Man, what luck. Here I go building a motorbike because I was told my Goldwing was an old man's bike. I suspect some of us in our latter years may have gotten a motorbike because we were denied a Whizzer when young. When I was delivering newspapers 55 years ago my heart's desire was a Whizzer. Pedaling in the heat of the Mojave desert at Edwards AFB with a big bag of papers on the handlebars wasn't all that much fun. I was right, about thinking a motorbike would be fun. I love my Goldwing but the old Schwinn with a two stroke attached is a kick to ride.