This fellow named Sam has been riding Harleys for 25 years and is finally sick of fixing em. He quits his job and buys 50 acres of land in Vermont – as far from humanity as possible. He sees the postman once a week and gets groceries once a month. Otherwise, its total peace and quiet.

After six months or so of almost total isolation, Sam is finishing dinner when someone knocks on his door. He opens it and theres a big, bearded Vermonter standing there.

Names Enoch…your neighbor from four miles over the ridge…havin a party Saturday…thought youd like to come.

Great, Sam says, after six months of this Im ready to meet some local folks. Thank you.

As Enoch is leaving he stops. Gotta warn you theres gonna be some drinkin.

Not a problem…after 25 years of Harley riding, I can do that with the best of them.

Again, as he starts to leave, Enoch stops. More n likely gonna be some fightin too.

Damn! Sam thinks, tough crowd…sounds like the Redwood Run. Well, he says, I get along with people. Ill be there. Thanks again.

Once again Enoch turns from the door. Ive seen some wild sex at these parties too.

Now that is not a problem, says Sam, remember, Ive been alone for six months. Ill definitely be there! By the way…what should I wear to the party?

Enoch stops in the door again and says, Whatever you want…its just gonna be the two of us.