bringing home a shiny new Beemer GS 1200. Then one day the wheels started to turn in our collective noggins. The gears spun faster, heating up and causing sparks between little used synapses in the gray matter. Then the begging and pleading started in with the signif other; all the while as we covertly started the secret "fund" comprised of loose dollar bills found at the end of the day in a pocket or change bouncing around in the dryer, under the couch, etc. Before anyone knew it, we all had adventure bikes and this is what it looked like in the end.