At one of my corporate employers, I worked with a guy no one liked. This individual apparently decided to get back at us, and specifically me. As my supervisor he arranged for me to move some motorcycles from one location to another. When I arrived at the second location, I discovered that the only way to get the bikes into the building was through the loading dock, which of course was five feet off the ground. I am convinced he knew I would have to ride each bike up a short, narrow motorcycle ramp. And I did. But my regard for this gentleman suffered greatly that day.