Well, it all started about 5 yrs ago when my wife and I got married. We moved into house that we rented for about 3 yrs, that I say was the worst place to live, not b/c the house was ugly or unkept, but b/c of what called me every saturday morning. The masses started to roll in and I could hear the rumble from a mile away. You see, I lived on a stretch of road that lends itself to the best back country roads out in this area. I would tell my wife, "I'm going to get myself a bike and going to get it soon, well, that soon didn't happen as soon as I liked. Financially, we weren't ready, I didn't have anywhere to put it, (location wasn't exactly the safest to leave valuables either), and most of all, like all loving wifes the concern of hurting myself. Well things got better, we moved into our new home about two years ago, and finally got my bike about a year ago. Let me tell you, I had so much opposition from my wife about the bike, that now I laugh, b/c she sends me emails for biker clothing for herself and ask me when is the next rally and when we go places, she ask "are we taking the bike?". So instead of this just being a my thing, we both enjoy it, and you know what that means? more stuff for your bike....... well to end things on a better note, she told me that she wants to learn to ride too. That's my baby. Ride hard or go home.