Great stories - all real interesting and I could see myself in a few.
The part about your bike finding you is what tweeked me. I've been riding for about 5 years now and I'm in my 'early' fifties. First bought a Honda VLX 600 and loved the feel of the cornering, but hated the lack of real power and the jolts from the monoshock (I've got a Babies Brain and and old Man's back - thanks Alice!).
Went through several bikes after that. Mostly Hondas and one Suzi. Let's see - Nighthawk 750s, CB900Custom, Magna v30 and v45, and a Suzi GL1000. These were all great bikes (except the Suzi, but that was just neglected), but none of them had the 'spirit' I wanted. Frankly, they all became boring unless I was going fast.
Last May, my cousin Glenn - who really introduced me to bikes - passed away suddenly. Fifty years old and never woke up one morning. We used to ride together and abused each other constantly - mainly the Harley/Honda hazing. Great fun, but I really liked his '02 Wide Glide. He absolutely loved it.
Long story short, Glenn's bike is in my shed now. I never knew I wanted a Harley but, my God, this thing is a dream. Funny, I don't ride it hard and don't feel the need to. It's alway just right there, willing and burbling. Of course, the sentimental attachment doesn't hurt.
And everytime I ride, I see my priviledge through his eyes. We are so lucky to enjoy the priviledge.
Ride on Glenn.