Just got back from spending a week in foggy northern Cal. Nice time had by all (the family), but I must admit to being jealous of the quantity and diversity of bikes. I'm comparing northern California to Buffalo of course, not a fair fight on any level but possibly for the price of gas. I saw a ton of Duc's, a zillion scooters, a couple of SOHC's, lots of sport bikes and even an old Peugeot. And they're commuter bikes, not the big 'ol chrome 'n show HD's we have everywhere here. And for those of you actually riding in the city: my hat's off. You must be total experts in the use and care of clutches & brakes; those be some damn steep hills you have. And they put the stop sign so you're still on the incline, and can't see a thing over the crest. I took Hwy 1 down to Monterey, and I think I saw more bikes than cars at some points. Lots of them were long distance folks, loaded with gear. I found the ubiquitous "Rent-a-Harley" propaganda in the hotel lobby, but couldn't pull the trigger. I got enough grief from constantly snapping my head at the next bike I saw - can't imagine the recourse to "See 'ya tonight honey, I'm taking off for the day on my rented bike". Now it's back to the land of Harley, but at least it's a sunny day and I get to ride my 550 again.