Very simple Powerband, I used that one deadly tool that women posess and use mercilessly, "the Pout" but in a somewhat altered way. When we first met, and got married, I had a 700 Sabre, which I LOVED, and we loved riding it together and all of that. Well, we sold it after I moved from CT to Florida, and we were preparing to move to IL so I could go back to school, and so needed any free cash. Well, the minute after they carted it off, I knew it was a major mistake. And, ever since then, when I was outside (or even inside for that matter), and a bike went by, my head would instinctively cock in the direction of the sound and I would vanish off into the thousand yard stare of forlorn sadness. And, she would fall right into the trap with "Oh, honey, I hate to see you so miserable (I really did get the "dog in the pet store window" down pat!) Finally, on one early summer day in '03, with endless evenings of bikes going back and forth in front of our house, and me cocking my head like a dog about to chase a car, I sprung the trap. We had at this point discussed it, and she had "given permission" and I had gone out looking for an 883, a Magna or something similar, and stumbled across the America, and had shown her the BEAUTIFUL pictures online and in the catalogues. Then I said, "well, I got a quote on insurance today, and checked the other day about a loan, and gee, it really is pretty affordable, I was shocked how CHEAP it was!" RRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!(screeching brake sounds!) WIFEY: "You did, huh? Honey, bikes make me nervous! I really hope that you'll think about it (woman speak for "I hope you'll realize that you're NOT getting this bike and will go along with my subliminal DECREE!" Well, expecting such nonsense, I'd already done the loan paperwork, and the check was on its' way to the house in the mail. "BUT HONEY, I've already got a loan approved, and they have a bike in stock over in Greenville, the exact model and color that I want!" (man speak for "OH ****** NO! You've never expressed this last-minute dread of bikes before and we used to LOVE going for rides around CT in the summer!! The die is cast woman!") Well, being good at pouting without seeming pouty, she caved to my forlorn, but resigned face, and said, "OH, if you promise to be really careful, I'll be nervous, but go ahead! But please be careful!" And the rest is history. We went that Saturday to take delivery of Blue, and when she saw the "ga ga" look and glazed over eyes, she knew that I was lost to the dark side...