Welcome to the neighborhood.
Yes, it happens in the strangest of ways.
During a cross country trip I stopped for gas somewhere in AZ. A guy ran across 4 lanes of busy traffic and came up to me, I thought he was berzerko or something, but then he asked breathlessly, "puff.. puff.. puff.. I saw your Triumph from across the street,... puff.. puff.. puff.. and just had to come take a look!... puff.. puff.. puff.. What Year Is It?... puff.. puff.. puff.."
I was on a timeline but felt bad that he'd risked his life to look at the bike, so I took a couple of minutes and had the conversation we've all had... many times.
