When I was discharged I took a road trip all over the states. I rode & still ride a 1994 VT1100C, best bike ever. I camped in the woods, rode with groups, chilled with old shipmates, sat around campfires, went to random parties. It all ended in October when I met Bambi's mom face to face in Orange Va. Now my bike is close to being back in good shape but it seems my old buddies have went on to over things. Since then I haven't met anyone who goes outside unless it's to check the mail. What the hell happened?