Yeah, that's how my mom met my dad. He was in the Marines stationed at Camp Lejeune and my mom lived with her mom in Swansboro, just next door. My mom and dad were both out driving one day when they stopped in traffic side-by-side and caught each other's eye. Next thing they knew they had a little boy on a bike with baseball cards clothes-pinned to the front forks to make a motorcycle-like sound. [/emoticons/emotion-2.gif] Keep an eye on this part of the forum and I'll do my best to remember to post something here before I make that trip. I'm hoping a friend of mine from Virginia (Katana rider) will be able to make the trip with me.