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I rode a few miles to the cemetary to bury an old friend and riding buddy (when I started riding with him in the '70's, we both had Japanese d/p's) along with 40 other bikes of various ilks. Most were Harleys, which is what Sam rode for most of his life. It wasn't exactly a Friday morning social, but I received no ill comments or unpleasant looks, even though I didn't know most of the riders in leather. I last talked to Sam shortly after I'd gotten the Burger King, and he rather liked it, though he didn't pretend he'd trade his Fat Boy for one. He was a great guy, and had the heart of a real motorcyclist. He'll be missed.