Good fun then...as we prep to mount the steeds once more, the lad in the doorway comes bounding out to tell us that it is nearly time that he went out and got him one of them there powered bikes...went on to say that he is 78, and by the tender age of 84 he plans on the purchase...as he put it, that way if he wrecks and kills himself, at least he won't have wasted his life...comforting thought that...we said our thanks and crawled at snails pace back to the highway.