I tend to believe I'm relatively safe up here in a medium sized town in de"nort"..Today I ran into a completely unexpected "crazy fk'er. I'm taking a small e-bay item to the post office in the local gas station. couple of miles from the house; Its nice so I grabbed my jacket/helmet firedup the 'wing. I getthere, park, take my helmet off and about three steps from the door a older guy in clean t shirt and jeans, walks up starts a conversation: "Hey , what kind of motocycle is that? " Its a honda goldwing the gl1800..." "where's it made?" "Marysville Ohio up until this year," " Are you american?" Uh oh what the hell am I dealing with here? "all that money goes back to japan" " you got japanese coins in your pocket? Hey *f**k" off ( I try not to use four letter words outside.),I walked inside counter lady said his car was busted( grand-am) and he was harassing everybody.. finish up go back out, get my helmet outof thetop box.and hes still mouthing off, "Hey fark off I'ma farking veteran" "so what does that mean?"realiaze this is going nowhere and I wasn'tdealing with a rational mind. Hey fark you ,Put my helmet on and ride off before I get too worked up ,as I'm waiting to pullout he's got both hands up like he's holding a rifle on me . flipped the bird over my shoulder as I pulled out. "Geez-us; Minding my own bidness...." pulled the 1911 out of thesafe, inserted a freshmag and set it on the desk.. Whattayado?