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Yep.  There I was.  We pulled in to the Marathon gas station to fill up my wife’s family wagon, a white ’98 Dodge Grand Caravan and we pulled up past this enormous motorcycle.  I thought I recognized the brand and assumed it belonged to a guy we used to live next to.

It was a Boss Hoss – the king of all motorcycles as far as I’m concerned. Even though I’m not really into the motorized two wheel vehicle, I can appreciate a work of art when I see one, and the Boss Hoss is all art and muscle and beauty.

So anyway, I got out of the white ’98 Dodge Grand Caravan, did my business at the pump and took a few steps toward the Boss Hoss. The owner of the bike was just about to start it up, so I asked him what kind of a bike it was. The guy, it turns out, was not an ex-neighbor, but he did confirm that it was a Boss Hoss. Not even sure why I asked him. I knew what it was. Maybe part of me thought he’d offer to let me take it for a spin. Who knows.

Anyway, when I walked back up to the driver’s side window of my wife’s white ’98 Dodge Grand Caravan, she looked at me and quipped, “you got the dinette set.”

We chuckled about that for a few minutes.

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