Espousing Buddhist biker wisdom

The dream is fading already so I need to get down what's left of it. It was inspired partially by a man I saw on the bus. He was 60-ish, rumpled and had the friendliest face. Everyone on the bus was grumpy except for him. He had this calm, nonchalant way of chatting with the other passengers that genuinely engaged them and wasn't at all creepy or insincere.

The dream was also inspired by a radio program I heard last week about various kinds of evangelist bikers, who used to be criminals but then turned to religion or other ways of supposedly clean living.

In my dream, I was at some kind of biker seminar or conference. People were sitting in rows, in chairs. It was either a classroom, or a bus or both. He was one of the attendees. At one point he stood up and started to espouse Buddhist philosophy as it related to the nomadic lifestyle of a biker. I realized that he was a kind of prophet, explaining how you could give yourself up to the road without losing yourself.