Vincent doubted taking the pacific highway when he entered Washington state and stopped seeing any cross highways back on to the 5 to Seattle.  He had been driving non stop for the last few hours and was in need of a warm meal, a cold beer and a comfortable seat. A road veered off ahead and soon he found himself entering what seemed like a small forest town. It took him a while to realize just how lost he was but was not concerned anymore once he saw civilization in sight. Speeding forward on  "Diane" (http://www.gulum.net/motor/resimler/Harley-Davidson_FXDXI_Dyna_Super_Glide_Sport_2005_01_1024.jpg) his Harley Davidson Dyna, he roared into town and spotted what seemed to be the only gas station in sight.<br/><br/>It did not take him long to fuel his bike back after "cowboy" walking to the front counter and back, chatting with the clerk and asking about accommodations and a place to ear. Had he bothered to look across the street he would have seen a small bar and hotel, with a country kitchen type restaurant nearby. Something about the town felt out of place, it seemed that the city was meant to attract tourism but the lack of signs and entrances into town were non existent. Deciding to push his bike across the street he checked into the hotel and walked over to the small bar.<br/><br/>The moment he walked in he felt out of place with the locals, appearing much more like a outlaw than a traveler. Standing in his riding attire that consisted of a vintage aviator leather jacket he had kept in great condition over the years, few would realize it was a jacket just as old as he was (almost 65). His worn jeans wore covered by a pair of leather chaps that protected his legs from long rides. Immediately removing his helmet when he stepped into the bar, he pushed the matching aviators onto his head as he held the helmet in a free hand.<br/>"Good day folks"<br/>He politely greeted them all before making his way to the bar and took a seat and waited for someone to take an order.<br/><br/>A larger and mature looking woman came in and gave him a glance over.<br/>"You don't look like you are from 'round here, what you having son?"<br/>She pulled a pen out of one of the curls in her hair and took a pad from a pocket in her uniform. The second time she eyed him over was for her sake, eying an waiting for an order, Vincent looked for any type of menu but found none.<br/>"Whatever the house beer is... and a sandwich, please."<br/>Smiling at her, she gave him an awkward glare before turning around and leaving after placing a glass bottle for him to open himself.<br/><em>Great...I should have stayed on the 5...</em><br/><br/>Shifting his attention to his watch he saw the day was young but knew he did not want to ride anymore for today. Deciding to stay in town for the night, he checked his watch and almost groaned when he realized it was around mid-day. Looking for a way to break the silence, he shifted over to the jukebox and found a few tunes to play before taking his seat and waiting for his food to arrive. One sandwich turned into three and a large side of wedges. Paying his tab and finding himself glad to be out of the local eye, he took a seat under a shady tree an watched the occasional car cross through the main street of town. With his stomach full and happy to sit in a comfortable spot, he dozed off under the tree.