French Guy Named Fred
I met him and his girlfriend in Tombstone, AZ, lots of tourist there. They had bought an old Cutless and were cruising around the states. I had an apartment and I lived alone, so I offered them a place to stay. After awhile probably a month their car quit running. He needed some wheels and I had an 82 XL250R, I pushed off the showroom floor at the base exchange in the Philippines. One winter night, not far from Sierra Vista, he was out riding, bar hopping on my bike. He ran out of gas, ditched the bike, started hitchhiking home, he got cold, no one would give him a ride, so, he started throwing rocks at cars going by. Threw rock at cop, cop took him to jail, I had to go retrieve the bike from roadside ditch. Then next day had to get him out of jail. That was a great bike. Lasted forever, all the way up to the point where some juveniles set it on fire in apt parking lot.