Eugene

 One of our early  "adventures" was accidentally  locking the keys inside the van, at a scenic overlook north of Tillamook, OR.

While we awaited a locksmith, a bicyclist stopped to admire the view.  As we had only  just dropped  Daniel off a couple of days  before, I approached the laden bike. The fellow was biking  the Pacific Coast Highway. He had an accent that bespoke German, but I  didn't ask him where he was from. His name was Eugene.  He continued his ride.

Our van was unlocked, we loaded up and soon overtook and passed Eugene. We rolled down the window and chanted: Eu-gene! Eu-gene! Eugene! as we carefully  went by. We soon came to our very first west coast beach access. We stopped and the kids got filthy wet and sandy. While we were there, Eugene got ahead of us once more!

Passing him again, the entire van chanted Eu-gene! Eu-gene! Eu-gene!

And so.... every bicyclist  we have passed along g the way gets cheered. Eu-gene! Eu-gene! Eu-gene!