I somehow convinced her to take the MSF class with me on the idea that if she was riding two up with me it would be in her best interest to know what was what happening. By the end of the first range session, which she was scared to death of at first, she plainly stated that she wanted her own bike - end of discussion. She ended up with her bike before I got mine, and is on her second one before me too. Who's the spoiled one in this relationship? Not that I am complaining at all! Her first bike. On our first overnight bike trip. 350 miles on the Buell for the day. She's a trooper. On her second scoot. Just a bit quicker. I have to keep reminding her to look at the speedometer! Married up I have.