[Steeveedee]

I sold my Harley in '72. I didn't like riding on the California freeways with the level of paranoia necessary to keep from getting killed or worse- like quadriplegia. I don't even ride my bicycle on the public streets anymore, after I got a hit and run on me. Fortunately it was only the handlebar, about a 1/2 inch from my hand. I'm sure the dork driving was texting and didn't even notice.