A Harley story from the summer in N Ga. A group of us, 5, were traveling along one of our favorite sections of Hwy 60 and we came upon a Harley. He was moving along at a pretty good pace, especially for a Harley but the 1st two guys in my group passed him. He moved to the right edge to let the rest of us by. I was beside him and motioned him to go ahead, it's kinda nice to see some one that can ride hustle a Harley thru the mountains. He kept up a really good pace and was not holding us up at all. When we came to a faster section of road and the speeds started to get kinda high we went around the guy and kinda forgot about him. About 15 miles later we all stopped at a stop sign, yes they are few and far between up there, to discuss the next road to ride. Just a few seconds after we stopped the Harley rider pulled up. He came up to me and thanked me for letting him ride along with us. He said he hadn't gone that fast in a lot of years and had just got back into riding after a 10 year lay off. He was on a new 114in something or other, a fat boy I think, and said he just got it and was ready to take it in for his first service. He was using one of those flip up full face helmets and when he opened it it was obvious he was an older gent. Come to find out he was 78 and loved being back on a bike. I think the moral here might be you never forget how to ride and the new Harleys go pretty **** good with the right rider on them.