It was a beautiful motorcycle and the injured solider who graciously gave it to me for free was a saint. It needed a lot of work, but oh, I couldn't wait to ride it. I was going to have the time of my life, which is rare in a place like Korea. Hawkeye couldn't seem to stop rambling on about what a terrible person Clayton Kibbee was. How could someone who graciously helped me fix up the bike so that I could ride it be so terrible? I found out the answer all too soon. Hawkeye was right.