Pete, I got out of bikes when I was in my young 20's so I could have a car. It was getting harder and harder to explain showing up for work dripping wet. Then, there were times in the service I couldn't own one. I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't be alive if I got another one. Your stories of going out on a tear in the country and hills reminds me of my kind of riding. Probably some poodle would have strolled out in front of me for my front tire to hit again, only me going faster and leaned way over. I still miss it bad several times a year, just like seasons. The S-2000 is a good surrogate and it's taken me too close to the pearly gates a couple of times.