When I was about eight a guy stopped his motorcycle and asked if I or my little brother wanted to ride.{Before you freak-it was the fifties} He stopped a couple of days and we would talk to him. Our Mom was sitting on the porch and said we could talk to the stranger.Well, I finally asked him what he did and he told us Oh, I sing some and like to play my guitar. Well, after 3 or 4 days we finally asked Mama if we could ride with him and She said ,"okay, if he comes back you can ride with him."He didn't come and he told me the day before he needed to go to work in Ca. It was ELVIS!