heart attacks and harleys....

ok, so...so i got up really early for a saturday, and was at the big lots by 9 in hopes of getting back home from my shopping/library rounds in time to have the afternoon to walk and read......i go to big lots for the cheap dog chew toys and rawhide bones....i was 3rd in line at the checkout, in back of a man and wife buying marked-down christmas wrapping paper, and a guy buying cat food......and both the men ahead of me were wearing harley davidson logo hats....and they were compelled out of brand loyalty, i suppose, to tell the story of how they happened to splurge on a harley.....both scenarios involved dramatic heart attacks....and/or cancer scares.....and miraculous against-all-odds recoveries.....one wonders at such occasions how much truth lies beneath such public pronouncements of survival.....was there really only 2 months to live before the doctor failed to find the fatal cancer on the post-biopsy scan?......did the cardiologist really massage the heart in the office waiting room until the rescue squad arrived?.....do both harley #1 and harley #2 purchased as rewards for making it out alive have over 100,000 miles?.....from riding back and forth to florida, though neither go anywhere near fort myers because of the competing hispanic gangs......i was not surprised to see the wrapping paper couple and the catfood guy still chatting in the parking lot as i exited with my chew toys........