When I was 7 or 8 (62 or 63) my dad came home on a new Dream 305. I fell in love with those duck tail fenders. We lived on Okinawa at the time, he worked a Nike Radar site there. He had it about a year and one day I came home and mom was helping him pick gravel out of his backside. Apparently, he laid it down to avoid someone who ran out into the road in front of him. My mom is a nurse, and I think she persuaded him to quit riding, he never got another bike, but they never tried to convince me not to ride motorcycles, and he did take a couple laps around the block on my GT380 when I first got it.