So about 3 weeks ago, I traveled from Cincinnati back to Eastern Ohio to ride with my Dad, (69 yrs old), and a long time family friend. (50ish) My dad had riden Gold Wings for years, but had an accident a few years back and stopped riding. He got back on 2 wheels, but downsized dramaticaly to a 750 Honda Shadow Spirit. Said he felt safer on a smaller bike. The family friend hadn't ridden for years, and picked up a 1100 Yamaha this spring. So I get there on Friday night, and we plan an all day Saturday ride together. After about 100 miles, they decide we find a Harley dealership to stop at and look around. After riding 200 miles that day, just as we are 1 mile from dad's house, he pulls into the school parking lot and says " Get off that Harley and let me ride it!" Fast forward 3 weeks > Family friend has a new 08' Ultra, (Mines red, his is blue) and my dad buys an 06' Heritage. So I had to go back in and ride with dad again.