Jack, I know what you mean. When I lived in Bakersfield I was dating a guy who rode a nice Harley. Now I have no problem with motorcycles my Dad & Mom always rode them and I like to ride even today at my age. But when the guy driving the bike down the grapevine is 3 sheets in the wind and you are on the back praying just let me live through this, that isn't a thrill that is being scared to death. When I finally got home safely I never dated that guy again. A few months later my grandfather became very ill and I moved back home to Ohio. Been there, done that. Gail in La.