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Chicago.

Usually I look out my hotel window and see a courtyard, a swimming pool, the back of another building. This time I've got a spectacular view of the city. Right now I'm looking at a spacecraft that has evidently landed on top of Soldiers' Field. You'd think that would have made the papers, but apparently no one but me thinks this is news worthy.

I've had my share of really strange conversations today. One that sticks out is the older gentleman that practically made me swear to him that I'd buy a BMW motorcycle. He saw a Harley Davidson logo and spat out some really nasty words regarding the Milwaukee based manufacturer. I didn't say a word to him. I know what you're thinking, Debbie, but I didn't say anything other than, "How are you doing today?"

He pointed at the Harley logo and launched into a diatribe about how the American public has been duped. Then he opened his wallet and showed me his BMW Motorcycle Club of America I.D. card. Next he passionately detailed all the ways BMW is a superior manufacturer of motorcycles. He ran down a litany of things that have happened to this 19-year-old bike and how BMW made everything right again and didn't charge him a cent.

Before he left me, he told me to buy a used BMW.

I told him I'd think about it.

I'm thinking about it, Deb.

By the way. I miss you Deb. I can't wait to see you. Soon. ..