Speaking of which, here's my favorite:

If you think I go on incessantly about my bike, just think how much Pam had to hear about it . . .

We were slow starting out, and on our first day, a thunderstorm kept us from more than 250 miles. I didn't know our peril--I was perfectly willing to ride into it. "No," said Pam, "every year one or two riders get struck by lightning on the way to Sturgis." "Really?" "Really! And out here surrounded by corn, we are the tallest things out here." "Okay, then we don't have to worry until we see lightning strikes." "Fine." 5 minutes later, air to earth lightning was striking all over the place in the dark and stormy distance. Some rough calculations and confirmation by a local indicated that the storm was between us and decent shelter. Our helpful local guy gave us directions 10 miles back to a bed & breakfast.

That white Versys is cool looking. It says "I mean business, but still know how to have fun." Like a mullet.