On a recent ride around the U.S., I met scores of terrific people. Take a trio of sportbike riders I met while swilling water to combat the 110-degree heat at a Tuba City, Arizona, gas station. I was on my way to the Grand Canyon and had just traversed about 150 miles of dusty roads through the Navajo and Hopi Indian reservations. These guys, on their Suzuki, Aprilia and Kawasaki sportbikes were returning to Phoenix from some serious mountain riding in Colorado. The casual passerby might not think we had much in common. We rode opposite styles of motorcycles, and I was twice their age. Still, we chatted for well over an hour, and they gave me some great information about the Grand Canyon, unsafe areas to avoid, and must-see sights in the Flagstaff area.