I only ride in my imagination. I can't risk losing a machine to Barney Fife. Police look at me and see no threat, only dollar signs. They would haul me in, write ten tickets, and impound the bike. The gang banger turds get away with murder, but when you pay taxes for thirty five years and have no arrests, you are supposed to know better. I gotta stop my rant now, I'm going down to the basement for another "ride".