When I was returning from the ride where I took the 'calendar pic' above, a car pulled in front of me at an intersection and was driving quite slow, so I passed them. When I pulled into my driveway they pulled up a minute later, a guy and his wife. He asked me if I recently bought the bike in Wasaga Beach, which I had, so I smiled and said 'I guess you know my friend'. He told me that the bike was his dads before he died of cancer, and it was sold to his cousin, my friends son. We chatted for quite a while and his description of his father made him sound like the sterotypical 'Mad Englishman' and said was nice to know the bike was in such good shape and to let him know if I ever want to sell it. It was a nice way to end my first good ride on the bike, and I enjoyed hearing some of its history. After they left my wife asked how I knew them. She shook her head when I told her I didn't, the bike did, they just followed it home. š