Ole what an experience I got when I entered my 400 burgman in the Bike Show! There among the big Harleys, and Honda's I dared to enter my Burgman. She was the only Burgman on the lot of many expencive bikes ranging from colors to sizes. I didn't win any trophys or place in the top catagoies but i did get presented with a Harley Tank Top and a small metal plate for entering. I stood proud next to my Burgman. And the attention my bike got was the best reward I could have gotten. I cleaned and polished her from headlight to taillight. And along the Tow-Pac conversion kit I made sure there were no dust at all from the long ride there. But on the back in the passager seat there sat my stuff chicken name Scooter Rash (the patch use to say scooter trash, but I black out the T, ) dressed in his ole school biker vest, tiger tooth necklace, sunglasses, and his black chaps on his chicken legs. That's my side kick whom rides with me on my adventures, with his little wings flapping in the wind rolling down the highway. Well any Who, I had a great time there at the Woodchoppers Festivals but it was time to go home. Here in WV if you have a learners permit for a bike you have to off the road by dark. So up the winding curves and rolling mountains I start on home with my husband behind me changing gears while I puttin along up the hill enjoying the veiw. It was a good Day and I look forward to many more. My side kick Scooter Rash and I .