Exactly, Tigercub. I'm a Harley owner, not a "Harley Guy" - no retail fraternal uniform made in China, no midlife tatoo crisis, no compulsive 4 hour cleaning ritual after a 5 mile ride between the taverns. . . . gimme the open road, I'll wash it when I'm damn good & ready, and I ride sober, thank you. I like them as an authentic POMH (motorcycle history), an antique with a warranty, just for fun . . . . . and the sound . . . the sweet cadence of a twin a mile or two off down old County B . . . just before sunset as I sip a Knob Creek on the deck . . . right up there with a distant train whistle or a dog barking in the distance . . . . . . one of the sounds of our ancestral homeland, like it or not. My other bike is an Aprilia Tuono R, also just for fun. Equal miles, and lots of 'em. The moral of the story: There are many, many different kinds of fun in the smorgasbord of life, and lucky is the man with a heart and mind that's open to all of them. But then again, as my friend Mulch sez: "I don't do Chub"