Old enough to enjoy the bike to its full potential, young enough to ride it like I stole it, mature enough to only ride like that where I am not going to kill anything but a long row of fence posts, big trees or the errant deer. I gave up birthdays about 15 years ago when I realized that every time you bring it up, somebody has some stupid quip to say. I am who and what I am today. I will not be the same person tomorrow nor will I be what I was the day before and neither will any of you!
Props to those that are teens or twenties that are able to actually show the bike proper respect. The busa is not about age, rather it is a symbol to those that forgot what it means to be young in your heart and chase your passions rather then falling into the tedium of life and all the issues that go with it.