I met Jimmy Pflueger while I was a salesperson at a local motorcycle dealership, back in the late 1990's. HE was a total jerk, for sure. Poked at my boss' (the sales manager) earring, and said to him, "What kind of f-a-g wears that?" My sales manager didn't say anything, because we were in the middle of selling him a couple personal watercraft (aka "jet skis"). But his son, Alan, seemed like a cool, down-to-earth guy. Would get his dirt bikes serviced at our shop all the time, until he bought out Sandy Brody Honda in Waipahu. I have no ill feelings towards Alan Pflueger. Heck, it even seems like Alan took the brunt of the fall for his old man, during the scandals that were besetting that family a couple years ago.