I stop for a $5 pizza at Little Caesars (the pizza tastes just like the box it comes in) and start to get off an r1100gs. A mid aged guy with a speech challenge (has some issues making sentences) sitting in the car next to me is amazed that BMW makes motorcycles. I look inside the pizza place, and there is a long line of people at the counter who are also wanting a $5 pizza which tastes just like the box it comes in. I decide I don't want to wait that long for a pizza that tastes like the box it comes in. So as I am starting to put my earplugs in and put my helmet back on (earplugs take forever) the guy fires question after question at me. He knows BMW cars like nobody I have met. I make a mistake and ask a question about a random BMW four wheeler. I get a long technical answer. Eventually I want to get going, and I didn't want to cut and run and be rude to a guy who is probably on the autism spectrum and has had a rough life so far interacting with people. (To be clear, I had spent alot of time being an a-hole and being rude to alot of people by that time in my life). Then a woman who looks like she has been working for a long time without a break comes out of the pizza place with two pizzas. She hands one to the BMW car expert, and one to me. She smiles the smile of a person who is worn out dead tired, and says "thank you for giving me five minutes of rest, now get out of here before he starts talking again." I think I helped without even knowing it. Sometimes ya get lucky.