A cheerful truck driver pulled up at a roadside cafe in the
 middle of the night for a dinner stop. Halfway through his meal,
 three wild-looking motorcyclists roared up--bearded,
 leather-jacketed, filthy.
 
 For no reason at all, the selected the truck driver as a target.
 One poured pepper over his head, another stole his apple pie, the
 third deliberately tipped his coffee over. The truck driver never
 said one word, just stood up, paid his check, and left.
 
 "That truck driver sure ain't much of a fighter," sneered one of
 the bikers.
 
 The girl behind the counter, peering out into the night, added,
 "He doesn't seem to be much of a truck driver, either. He just
 ran his truck right over three motorcycles."