Harleys and my trip then went separate ways.
The next morning at the start of my ride around the Black Hills I saw him pulled over on the side of the road. I spun around to greet him and show him my Vespa. I asked him what he was doing and he said he'd seen a water bottle on the side of the road and stopped to pick it up. He then pointed out two cigarette butts and commented how folks don't see them or even water bottles as litter. Sad.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I snapped a quick portrait of him and he invited me to his shop to shoot his colleague Jimmy. That's who you see here. Natural light against a white wall.
Make pictures, don't litter.