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I was riding through Chiapas, Mexico. I'd just successfully navigated a road reputed to be one of the windiest in the western hemisphere, one that had required my getting up at 4am to avoid the timing of said winds…so I was in a good mood. I pulled into a Pemex gas station to get some coffee, and this guy sitting in the driver's seat of a Chevy sedan called out to me. In English. Hmm, ok…

He asked me what the hell I was doing out there, where I was from - which was not unusual - but he did it in such away that made me laugh like crazy. Then he told me some of his story - that he'd lived in Michigan for 5 years, which explained why his English was better than mine.

I introduced myself. He said he wouldn't forget my name any time soon, unbuttoned his shirt, and showed me why. He'd apparently been married to some chick with my name in the States, which was etched in fading blue-black ink across his chest.

It didn't work out. But hey, at least he'll never forget about me.