You know, I went on a ride today since I had the day off (and couldn't afford to go to the track day *sob*). While I was out, in my full leathers enjoying a beatiful day, and watching people gape as I drag knee on the cloverleaves around the highways, I come up behind a kid on an R6. Gets on the ramp, doing about 25, just shy of perfectly vertical, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and he damned near bailed when he started approaching the outside of the curve before hitting the brakes and thankfully not wiping out. And then it hits me that a few months ago, I was pretty much him. (except for the shorts, tshirt, and no helmet bit) and think of what I learned from Ken's class and what I've learned from riding with the folks from here. And then I realize that, in all likelyhood, that kid won't have the benefit of those experiences that I've had. And I'm thankful that I, hopefully, won't end up a statistic, and I'm really sad to think of how many people aren't so lucky, and for those who are, how much they miss out on by just knowing how to ride to their local SOW equivalent and back.