One of my past passions was the motorcycle. I rode one while in law enforcement, as well as for just pleasure. At times this mode of transportations allow me to seek approval from others as I entered their way of living on my iron horses. I started out on a municipal "one-lung" Harley with a manual kick-starter that I would cring on to start on frosty mornings. Later an Electraglide and finally I was introduced to Honda by the City purchasing agent. These light, quiter, and fast cycles were a wonderment for late night street and alley patroling. From the Snow line in Canada to Key West and other locations, rides felt like uninhibited freedom. No mattrer the make, model, or size of a motorcycle a person chooses the other bikers should be quiet and not let brands or "colors" dictdate wheither that person is a "biker". Not all people can afford the most expensive brand or size.