While we were sitting around, waiting for the filters to dry in the afternoon sun, enjoying the cocktail hour, actually, a guy pulls in on a black tiger. Gets his gear off, and introduces himself, (Jim), and we get to talking. He's from Kansas, collects vintage bikes, was riding to the 4-corners area, spends half the year in Costa Rica, his wife also rides, but was currently sport-fishing in Baja. Made his fortune developing and producing equipment for milking goats. Super-nice... Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, KCDakar posts on the NE forum asking for info on an upcoming trip to NYC. Being on the tent-space list, we invite her to stay with us, and in the course of getting to know her, she mentions that she once owned a vintage bike... Now, I know only one person from Kansas period, but I ask... hey, on our trip we met this guy... the goat-man... Straight away she says "Jim!" Anyway, turns out they're all great friends, and the standard six degrees of separation was pared down to none, and a loop of coincidence and friendship was snugged tight. Small world, eh? Now this guy... He came up and was asking about our trip, and told us he was from Texas, working construction (paving) on a job. Hell of a commute. Anyway, he asked why we were in Liberal, and we answered maintenance, mostly. He asked if we had seen the sights? No, such as?... we asked.