In early March 2010, I was on a quick trip to the Gulf Coast on my vintage BMW motorcycle. On the final day of my journey I decided to stop into Bellingrath Gardens just outside Mobile, Alabama. As I pulled into the visitor parking lot, little did I know my life was about to change forever. I dismounted my cycle, pulled it back up on the center stand with a thrust, peeled my sticky leather gloves off, removed my helmet and placed it on the seat. As I kneeled down to open one