I have never had any interest in owning a motorcycle, or even riding one. However, the first Sunday of every May for the last 20 years, I have enjoyed Watching the yearly Spring Run that starts a few hundred yards from my home. Hundreds of riders converge at the host site of the National Motorcyle Hill Climb in the Lake Michigan dunes, and all the riders leave starting at 10:30 in the morning. I don’t know what their destination is, but for about 20 minutes they thunder past our house. I enjoy watching and imaging all the interesting events in these “characters” lives, and all the potential stories that could be written. (Obligatory “bookish” twist on a non-reading related posting)