or is the whole world sick of high gas prices, same old same old and looking for a new diversion in the form of motored bicycles. When I started out on this venture a guy said to me, "Why?". He"s a real big guy who thinks that big is better, in every form. I didn't like him then and don't like him now... he watches me as I pull out of the drive grinning like a 'possum and when I return two to three hours later, he's there to see me return with that 'possum grin on my face. He's envious because I ride every day while his big yamaha just sits and cries, beggin to be rode. I'm having more fun than some and at least, more than most.