Well, Tom & I got Tracey's stuffed moved back to our garage today. Everytime she moves there seems to get less and less. In a few more moves all she'll have is her toothbrush! HA HA. I have known for quite some time that Tracey loves riding her motorcycle, and I've tried really hard to be okay with it, but today following her down from Issaquah on 3 different freeways, I thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown and was in tears by the time we got home. People drive like A-holes everyday and I find it annoying, but today 1 huge pickup and 1 small car came very close to sideswiping her right in front of my eyes. Tom called about 40 minutes into our trek and I was in tears, trying to keep an eye out for Tracey and see through my blurry eyes. I felt much better after throwing up my lunch, but it's very lucky for several drivers that I was not not armed with much more than my useless horn and a cellphone, or there could have been major casualties. She was very sweet and said she's sell it if it upset me that bad, & believe me I was very tempted, but she loves that stupid bike and I love her so we'll just have to agree that she's a big girl and a very competent rider. Here's a cute pic of Tracey & Braeden on Tom's birthday. What an adorable pair!!!