Today I rode with a buddy for a couple hours and we stopped on the way home at a local grocer for fluids and film. There is a guy who works there who I have seen around town on a Honda scooter, and always with his full cover helmet. He is probably in his late thirties and mentally challenged. He bags groceries, retrieves carts and helps carry groceries from the store. A nice, helpful guy. He came up to us in the parking lot as we were getting suited up again to leave and was talking to us about our rides. He was really impressed and even knew mine was a VTX, which really surprised me. While talking, he said he always wanted a bigger bike but his parents would not let him get one because of all his problems. And then he said folks are always teasing him about his scooter, but he didn't care. I could tell he did. I told him I was proud of him for riding on two wheels when a lot of the folks that tease him have never been that brave. My bud told him it didn't matter what you rode as long as you were safe and you rode something. The guy was all grins and sat on both bikes with us for a couple minutes. He said he always wanted Joe Rocket stuff but Mom and Dad said he didn't need them for his bike. I started rooting around in my tank bag at about the same time my bud started fumbling around in his saddle bag. Almost simultaneously I gave him a Rocket Racing decal and my bud gave him a key fob from Harley Davidson. We talked to him for a little while and then he said he needed to get back in the store to work. We all said our goodbyes, and as the guy was walking away he turned and said "Thanks Bikers," and went in to work. I have never seen myself in that light, but clearly to this man it is a good thing.