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That is sad, but as the song says, you need to "know when to fold."I started riding in 1960. My mother bought me my first motorcycle. In 1964 I joined the Army and landed in the Army Security Agency (ASA all the way). We were the forerunners for what has become the National Security Agency (NSA). We were called the spooks, or sneeky petes. I was discharged in 1969, and went right back to riding my first Honda. A 305 Honda Dream. Last week my Doctors said NO MORE RIDING. This Veteran is sad to park his 2018 DCT Goldwing. It has a mere 30,000 miles, and we all know that is "just broke in". I am not happy to sell it, but the doctor and the wife will win this argument.