Something I remembered yesterday:

One of my best friends growing up was a die hard hippie in high school. Peace, love, doobies and a great musician. He is now is a die hard biker who co-owns a Harley dealership, has an even bigger beard and even his bald head is covered in tattoos. Also one the the nicest people I have ever known.

My Mom had not seen Kevin in many years and was grocery shopping when she heard her name being called and was kinda scared when she saw this big guy rushing her before she saw he was coming in for a bear hug. Only recognized him after the hug when she really got a look at his face. That's the kind of lady she is.

He pushed her cart around until she was done and afterwards heard that she had never been on a bike before. He insisted on driving her home so him and several of his buddies roll the thunder into the neighborhood with one of them following behind in her Toyota Camry to drop off the 70 year old former school teacher with her groceries. lol She loved it. And so did they.