Three girls, two Hondas, one Beemer and a Big Sky twilight . . . . . . Looking in the rearview mirror of my big GS, I see the headlights of my daughters following, one on the Honda XL250 and the other on the little 80. The neighbors, out for a walk, give us a friendly wave. It's warm as we wend our way along the lakeshore on the gravel road in the beautiful summer dusk. We park the bikes in the garage, take off our helmets, hug and Hilary and Merilee go inside to get ready for bed. I stay and change the oil in the GS and enjoy a cold beer as I tighten the lowers on the crashbars, in preparation for my ride to Stanley, Idaho day after tomorrow. Warm oil and cold beer. Does it get any better than this?