After selling our 1996 1500 Honda and riding an 1100 Gold Wing for a couple of months, we realized you can't go from a 1500 to an 1100 and be happy. Since life is short, and you only live on this earth once, we knew of an easy fix for our little mistake: Cliff's cousin, Darryl, had a 1998 Gold Wing that he wanted to sell, because he found out he couldn't handle it; he's had lots of health issues lately.
Problem solved. We're happy. Darryl's happy. His mom, Cliff's Aunt Gertrude, is especially happy, since she didn't want Darryl out riding a motorcycle in the first place. Just goes to show you, moms still worry about their kids, even when the kid is well past middle age.
I know, I know. We're totally nuts. Don't worry about it.
Once we loaded the motorcycle onto the trailer, we headed to St. Louis so we could ride with Cliff's sister and her husband, just like old times.