Thanks for the advice, Fred. Problem is my wife always knows when I'm full of sh&*. She even knows it when *I* don't. Since the Bullet Blunder, I've taken a strong line and have gotten good at putting my foot down, which works probably 51% of the time, so I'm winning!
At least she's not against my getting a bike and actually believes that the Classic is the one for me. So at this point I'll accept it and try not to do any harm.
And birdmove, everything you just said, and I mean everything, is exactly the reason I want an Enfield. I hate driving our car on the highway because it's boring. Much rather be outside, going slow on a back road, so you can see more. Besides, great stories come from walking around, taking the subway (actually the bus is way crazier), and getting your motorcycle license from a school named "Trama's", not from driving at 80 mph on the same road everyone else is hogging.
One thing I believe everyone should do once in their lifetime is to ride a bicycle at 20-25 MPH all the way down Broadway in NYC during evening rush hour -- from Lincoln Center through Columbus Circle, Times Square, Harold Square, Union Square, Broadway/Lafayette and SoHo, by City Hall and over the Brooklyn Bridge into the beautiful South Brooklyn area -- all while avoiding potholes (or not), dodging pedestrians who think you're a mirage, and cabbies who think the bike lane is a passing lane. Try that on an aluminum framed bike with no shocks and your butt will never be the same. Makes for great stories though. Never gets old even though it's my daily commute.
Jeff