I ride an F6B now, most of the time anyway.
To me its a sport touring version of the Goldwing just as my Valk was and I generally ride it that way. Or at least I like to think I do. But I guess on days when I leave the helmet off I may appear to be "just a spent old man on a road couch".
A few days ago I had 4 twenty something kids next to me at a light in a pretty good sounding pickup. The driver started revving his motor, the two in the back were hooting and hollering and the guy on the passenger side was nearly hanging out his widow goading me to race. I don't usually do such things where I might get a ticket so I just grinned at them but I was thinking it over. I decided they were having too much fun at the expense of what they saw as "an old man on a Goldwing".
When the light changed I held back long enough to see if they were real. When I heard the driver hit it and their tires light up I let Misty Bits eat a little. By the time I hit 45 (the speed limit) I was at least 3 car lengths ahead of them. Then I stayed at 45 and waited on them as I turned around in the saddle to wave and grin a little as they went by.
I expected them to wave and admit defeat, instead they were too cursed embarrassed to even look at me as they roared past with the pedal still mashed.
Life is good!
