I'm curious, too. I brought my Shovelhead Harley with me to Cocoa Beach when the Air Force moved me from California, and it's been ridden about 4 times in the last year. I've been scared to death after experiencing the antics of, and riding near, blue-haired, ghost-driven Mercurys, Lincolns, Cadillacs, Buicks, Oldsmobiles, and Mercedes. Florida has a law where if you're over 65 you get a yearly test, but I don't think it's hard to pass, or the snowbirds from the Northeast are doing all the driving. Not to mention cell-phone gabbing, kid-admonishing, Caravan-driving soccer moms, egad! So my Harley sits in my garage with a plastic bag over it, waiting for me to ship it off to my dad's barn in Wisconsin and sit next to his Indian 442...