Some 12 years ago, right after I bought my first motorcycle (as a reasonably responsible adult), I went on my first road trip. Went to visit a buddy of mine who lived in Fremont, CA. Rode along the Oregon coast and came back the same way. On the way down I pulled into a rest area to have a smoke and take a break. It was October. Gentleman came over and engaged me in conversation about the bike and told me about this place. His name is Vern. @Mista Vern to the uninitiated . From the Midwest with the accent to prove it. A discerning palate for both good people and good bourbon. He introduced me to @DireWolf. Through them I met quite a few of you. I have forgiven him for that. Happy birthday, Vern.