As best we could, we talked about power, speed and how far I had ridden. He was engaged, exuberant and obviously every bit the motorcycle enthusiast I am. After we had thoroughly analyzed my bike, I pulled myself from the egocentric American mode and questioned him about _his _bike. The two sat side by side, and in a purely dimensional and technical sense, mine dwarfed his. When he realized that I _really _cared what he had to say about his bike, however, he beamed. His speech came faster—and substantially harder to follow!