A short time back I took my KLR on a roughly 120-mile round trip to watch my son's 7th grade football team in action at an away game. About 10 miles into the trip, I discovered my factory windshield was a bit loose, so I pulled off on a gravel road to tighten the nuts. I had just started tightening when an obviously much-ridden white dual sport pulls of the highway and stops next to me. Off comes the helmet, revealing an older gentleman, who asked if I needed help. I told him thanks, and as I finished tightening the nuts, we talked for a bit. He was on a 2006 Suzuki DR650 that he said he had bought new to replace his '96 DR. I happened to glance at his odometer, and it read 68,700 miles! He said he was retired, and divided the year between a home in a community about 20 minutes south of me, and southern Florida. His bike had GPS, digital display, tank panniers, tank bag, saddle bags, and what looked like a Kawa tail bag. He said he preferred the Suzuki simply because it was lower than the KLR or the Honda XR, but his riding buddy in Florida rode a KLR. He also reported that last winter, the pair had ridden their bikes from Florida to San Diego and back just for something to do. The day I met him, he was on his way back from a solo trip to have lunch in a diner he had heard about in a town about two hours away. I was mightily impressed. I was more impressed a couple of weeks later when I told a buddy of mine about the encounter. When I told him the gentleman's name, he laughed out loud, and said the guy is 85 years old! Turns out, my buddy bought the '96 DR from the gentleman. What's more, the gentleman was a motorcycle courier in WWII, and quite often rode under fire. My buddy said that before he bought the '96, the gentleman demonstrated how well it ran by riding a wheelie on the street in front of his house. Just goes to show you can never guess who's under that helmet.