Yesterday being a rare nice day here in the Northeast, I took out my Streetglide for a 50 mile ride to my dealership. Two things happened there that have given me pause. First, as I entered the building, a modern type dealership, there was a confrontation taking place between a technician and the service manager over the techs assignment. He wanted to leave early but some biker had an issue that required longer hours than the tech wanted to work....the conversation was not friendly or quiet. It just seemed that they should have been somewhere else instead of in front of the customers. Ok, so I moved on...walking around the showroom just looking at the new and used bikes, I spot my former bike, a 2008 FXSTC sitting there. She's beautiful. I put 25,000 miles on her in just two seasons before moving up to the touring class. I was standing there reflecting how that machine represented a more youthful ( mature might fit here) approach to riding than what I do now..anyway, a salesman comes up and asks if I'm interested in the bike. I told him that I had owned it and that it still was a good looking machine. Well, the conversation progressed for awhile and I finally asked what the guy traded for. It was the reply that brings me to the second pause, He didn't trade...he was a school teacher that lost his job and the bike was repossessed. I left the building feeling much different than when I went in. Strange how all this has come about in my life time...just strange. Maybe I need to go for a ride and clear my head.