40 years ago today, on my 18th birthday, I got my motorcycle learner's permit. Leaving the DMV, I walked 1/2 mile down the street to pick up my brand new, year model leftover, a '76 KZ400. The dealer gave me a quick lesson on the whole clutch/throttle thing and off I went. Scared and excited it was about 1/2 hr ride through mostly city traffic. I didn't die. I felt so adult that day, and yet I look at my 3 boys who are about that age (17-21) and they look so young to me today. 12 years later I got my dream bike and I rode it to work again yesterday. Happy Trails, everyone. Dave