I read the February 2007 Exhaust Notes with a tear in my eye and a fire in my soul. I ride a 1997 Wing with all the bells and whistles, and it whimpers every time I go in the garage, begging for that hunk of highway to roar down. Last January my knees gave out, and after three surgeries and a year of crutches, I am looking forward to that first ride with almost sadistic glee. Jerry Smith reminded me that in spite of the weakness of the flesh, the spiritual feeling when you finally get out on the road again makes a motorcycle guy or gal who they are. To all you not-so-young bikers who have had to take a break to repair the old chassis, don't forget the feeling. Time heals wounds, and that first ride after recovery will be the best ever.