Anyone else have a creepy rider story? My first creeper was at 1am last night. A long 23 mile ride. With the whole conversation centered on parking in the woods sex and killing me. With every other question do I carry? And if so where is it. Along with why can't I find a good woman. Lol. Here is your sign Buddy! As well as crossing personal space. He put his hand on the top of my head where I had all my hair pulled too. Just a large puff of hair. But was playing with the poof. Said he was looking for a weapon. Me, I'm driving please don't. Then the conversation got worse. I am a master conversation deflector. Kept things vague and changing topics often. But he always brought it back around to a dark side. Funny he lives in a very nice neighborhood 1 miles from my house. So the chances of seeing him again is high. I live in the woods.