Motorcycles are like women, sometimes they get you in bad situations and you get slammed into the pavement. After my big wreck a couple of years ago I found a beauitful new Speedmaster, was really nervous for about 45 minutes and I've had thousands of miles of pure pleasure riding ever since. It's your choice and we will respect you either way. I just figure "This ain't no momma's boy picnic, get on, turn her out and let her buck!"
