Yesterday I had a beautiful two hour ride, mostly along the Rock River in Illinois, and ended with a stop near my home to refill the gas tank. A middle aged guy approached me, curious about the Spyder. He said it looked really interesting, but wondered why I chose this ride rather than, in his words, "a real motorcycle". He said that he had been a casual motorcyclist earlier in his life, and that he didn't think trikes were still motorcycles, although he said that traditional trikes, like the Harley Triglide, were still "real" because you had to manually change the gears, and they had a single wheel in front of you when you're riding. I told him that I had ridden traditional motorcycles for over 40 years, but preferred my Spyder for many reasons. I told him that I didn't dismiss any of the earlier motorcycles I owned as less than real because they had electric starters, or cruise control, or ABS, or any other technological improvement over the bikes of the past. He said that he'd consider getting a Miata or some other small convertible when he gave up riding two wheelers, but hadn't yet done so. I told him that I also owned a small convertible, a Mini Cooper S, which was a hoot to drive, but a totally different experience to riding the Spyder. I sort of ended the conversation with telling him that whether he considered my ride a real motorcycle or not was of no consequence to me. I said that I had traded in a Honda Goldwing to buy this Spyder, and in the four years since, I have never regretted that decision for even a moment, considering the Spyder a far more enjoyable ride. He just shook his head and walked back to his car.