Just thought I'd share an incident that happened this morning. I had pulled into a gas station to fill up. Ahead of me was a very elderly lady pumping gas into her car. I'd guess her age at late 70's. I noticed that she was staring at me and wondered if my Harley, boots, and leather jacket was intimidating to her. She finished up and pulled her car aside before stopping about 10 feet to my left and rolling down the window. Now I was wondering if I was going to get a lecture about the dangers of riding motorcycles. When I glanced at her she said "I just want to hear you start it. My husband rode one of those." I told her that it would just be a minute. She waited until I was done and had fired up the bike before giving me a smile and a wave and driving away. I hope that sound brought back memories of happy times. For me it was a reminder that old folks weren't always old. She was once someone's sweetheart riding on the back of a Harley Davidson.