I had to take a trip to "Old Town" Scottsdale tonight. I must've seen 300 Harleys. As I drove, I also said 300 prayers for all the Harley Riders at the bars that are gonna ride home without a helmet. It amazes me that these riders get the (arguably) poorest handing, poorest braking machines, and don't wear any head protection. Add in the fact that many Harley riders aren't particularly well blessed in the skills department... and the topper is the 300lbs of female ballast that many carry around. It totally befuddles me. Riding my streetbike was as instinctual for me as wiping my butt, and I never left home without a helmet, jacket, boots, and gloves. From my encounters with the ground (on a dirtbike), I realized that I never wanted to hit the hot asphalt without substantial protection... And I never mixed alcohol and riding. Though I can't abide their logic, I hope they all made it home unscathed.