It’s 9 PM. Still at the shop listing the parts missing to finish on time a Bobber for Daytona Biketoberfest. Phone rings. A girl named Debra is on the phone asking me if I can identify any bike in less than 5 minutes. Huh, huh. Ask me to look right away at my email. I see 3 pictures of a guy front of his broken down bike. She screams at me: "Do you know? Do you know? Me: "The guy?" She says "No. It’s Brad Pitt. Tell me what bike he rides". With-out-he-si-ta-tion, I tell her. She says "How do you know?". I tell her "Why would you call me?". She asks "Why did he broke down?". I look again at the pictures, certain I will never be able to answer this one. I see oil all over the pavement. I tell her (so bright, I am) "The bike leaks a lot of oil". She says: "you are so smart, thank you, thank you so much". "But who are you?" I ask again. I work for celebrity magazine xxxxxxxxx (it sounds like gossip). We go to press in 1 hour. I needed the legend for the pictures. To all celebrities, I give this advice: riding a crapy bike and wearing a full face helmet will never protect you from tabloids.