After a hip replacement, remortgaging the house and two rider safety courses, finally riding the dream of "three down" instead of "two up". I still love riding w/my man, but I'll be sixty in January and it was now or never. So far I've stalled countless times, doused my hot bike in gasoline, run out of gas going 80 on the highway, and just managed to coast into the dealership before my clutch lever fell off, but this has been the best summer of my life.
Love my Freewheeler.
Love my Freewheeler.