Sitting at my desk, looking vaguely out of the window today... I was researching something important, and I heard the thump of an Oily coming down the road - there is a Motorcycle museum, and Harley dealer 6 miles away, so bikes aren't rare, but this was the first oily. I look up, in anticipation, ready to rush outside and wave frantically, when a black bullet, no starter chugs by, with a Cozy hack on it. I ran outside, and waved, but the guy must have just thought I was being friendly, coz he just waved back and kept right on going. The bike is in the shed, locked, I am in my shorts and tee shirt, it is raining, so I couldn't easily jump on the bike and go find out about him... Question.... Are you on this forum, if so, next time you go past, stop in and say hi!! The harley is parked outside, but it has a flat battery, yet again.