Ha, sure does. My buddy Joe who lived in Lacy died from the effects of agent orange and I sure do miss him. For me time seems to be moving ever faster despite my best efforts to slow it down, don't understand it can only go along for the ride. My very first and only bike was back around 1978, it was a Harley, when I rode it I had to keep one hand on the handle bar while the other held a screw driver so I could keep re-tightening things that kept working loose. One thing about that experience is it forced me understand how to fix my bike. No way I would try and do that today. Thanks for your mail. Bob..