Playing the "How Do Those People Know Each Other" game with the internet.

The Scene:

I was sitting in my car, outside the post office.

Two Mormon missionaries in all their 19-year-old-in-bike-helmets-and-short-sleeved-shirts adorableness ride up and lock their bikes on the rack.

I remain in my car, talking on the phone.

They linger outside the door to the post office until...

A biker rides up on his Harley and dismounts and the two missionaries smile and walk over to him.

The three men shake hands and have a friendly conversation and had all clearly arrived at the post office to meet up with each other.

A couple minutes later, I get out of my car and head into the post office.

I emerge approximately five minutes later and the three men and the three bikes (two of the bicycle variety and one of the hog variety) are all gone.

Internet, I ask you: What in the heck were they all doing there?