Saturday was the day, at long last. Lori finally rode her Dream for the first time. It had been a few years since she rode, and a bit of anxiety, but she got over that quickly and handled it like a natural. The bike is much better suited to her than the CB450. The fact she had a motorcycle dream last night tells me something may have snapped in her brain and the sickness is BEGINNING. A few more practice days and she's ready for surface streets. The goal is to have her ride the 49 Mile Ride with me in October.