OK, I can't take it anymore it's 42 degrees and motorcycle time, after all it will be officially Spring. I've looked, petted, and talked to it and the good news is it still fits. This is year 54 of riding, year 51 of legally riding. If the claim that this is an extension of ones manhood I may have to add Viagara to the tank. I never feel more free than when I ride and it truly let's me appreciate the world that surrounds me. You feel completely in charge and a power that says "No one better get in my way!" Oh by the way, please don't tell my wife she might ground me.