Riley, once called Timony, is a man of simple tastes. He likes the sun and the shade, the wind and the water. He loves the outdoors and sleeps outside from late spring to early fall, sheltering under a lean-to during the rain and only heading indoors if a serious storm threatens. He's an optimistic, happy guy who tends to bring out a smile in others,

 

He's on the road most of the year, chugging along in a beat up old pickup with so many fading and chipped paint coats it's hard to tell what color it's supposed to be. He's named it Monster, for the growl it gives when he guns it down an empty highway.