My friend went with him to the Smokeys once. They couldn't get on those donkey tours. No donkey in the world was big enough for him. But the thing about him was, he was one of about ten people I've known in my life who were nice. Me, I'm a bastard when I want to be.
Most people are.
But not him. He cared about people. I never saw him get mean with anybody who didn't need it. Paradox city, man. Here's this incredibly huge guy riding a Harley and he wouldn't hurt anybody.