Often when people see my picture for the first time, they'll say: "You've got a beard. You're a biker, of course you have a beard."
Well, I'm not sure how much of a "biker" I am, more of a motorcyclist if you ask me, but I digress.
The beard has nothing to do with motorcycles or being a biker at all. I'm a Scoutmaster in the Boy Scouts. Some years ago, the meeting before Thanksgiving, some of the boys suggested I grow a beard. I replied, "Let's put it up for a vote!"
As luck would have it, the troop voted unanimously that I should stop shaving and what do you know, a beard magically appeared on my face (not instantly, but you get the picture).
Each year before Thanksgiving, the boys vote on whether the beard stays or goes.
I still have the beard.