I started this thread because I kept getting ragged on by my family. When I first bought my bike last summer, I couldn't keep the damn thing running coming home from work one day (I have since thought it over, and think I forgot to open the fuel valve, duh). I had to call and get picked up - luckily I still had a borrowed trailer at home.
It has since taken on a more sinister meaning for me. A friend of mine was involved in a very nasty motorcycle accident last fall; that would be a couple of weeks after I got mine on the road (timing is everything). Long-time expert rider, big-ass Harley; of course, it was someone turning into him. He passed away in December, congestive heart failure related to his injuries. Rushed to the hospital in the middle of his birthday party, to no avail. Left a wife & six kids. While at his benefit party, this commercial must have played a half-dozen times on all of the bar's big-screen's. I know you can't control what the networks air, but the sentiment was not taken very well. Now I can't watch it without thinking of the him...