I will be, real soon, now! On April 18, 2008, we'll be taking delivery on a new Harley (or a used one, if I find one I like better than the new ones) -- on our youngest's 18th birthday. We've been saving (the first $4K came from the guy's sizeable liability insurance payoff on the wreck), and we're ready!
Our first child was born not long after the wreck. I'd "done everything right," but was still nearly killed in a wreck I couldn't have avoided, so Mrs. U. and I agreed to wait on the new bike until we'd raised our children.
My FXS (a "1978 1/2" before I replaced the fixed-jet carb) had the "always on" headlight, but the yo-yo that hit me was looking me in the eye and giving me the finger as he pulled in front of me. He even wrote a nasty letter to the newspaper later that year when I was elected to office, saying that "xxxx County's entire criminal justice system prostituted itself" over his FYROW ticket (two jury trials, he lost them both), because I was "an inner circler," whatever that is.
A couple guys came down from Cleveland to watch the Browns play the Steelers. They came to a sign and it said, "Pittsburgh Left." So they turned around and went home.