The old Iron Barrel is a favourite "escape vehicle" for my lovely significant other and I. We have been to dinner, been camping and just been riding on it. The docile nature of the ride and overall "warm and fuzzies" that come from riding a well tuned Iron Barrel lends itself to good conversation and stopping often beside the road to look at interesting things.
The first summer I had the Bullet (2006) I scavenged some old nylon rain pants and the winter warmies for me wife and we drove 50+ miles to Port Townsend for a great Thai dinner.She was barely broken in (the bike that is :O) so we often pulled over to the shoulder and let the faster traffic pass. The road is mostly two lane but it is the only road on/off the Olympic Peninsula, so traffic moves at a clip.Actually, it was my wife's first "long" trip on the bike, she'd been on jaunts around town but this was the big deal for her. I guess it was her "breaking in", too.Dinner was great, but that ride back was dark and chilly. I was not really bothered, having logged many a similar mile, but I was concerned for my honey's comfort and safety. I did not want to have her outing go sour. She was a great trooper. No parts fell off either the bike nor my wife. The bike didn't overheat and my wife didn't freeze. But that dang 7" headlight is non-adjustable and, though my wife weighs less than 110# the beam did little to light the way other than to piss off oncoming traffic (yep, the shocks were turned up, too).We've since ridden logging roads to clearcut vistas and fire lookouts and, this past October, a last of the season ride to view fall colors. It was 46F when we left, but 40F on the way back. Again a trooper, so I took her out for a hot Mexican meal for a warmup.Over dinner I thanked her for being a "good trooper" and she replied with a smile, "You just couldn't hear what I was saying inside my helmet."-Jesse P.S. On one off-road trip we hit a pothole and Barb did a "Flying W" above the pillion. When she landed she hit so hard she broke the seat (since repaired) but she soldiered on. I am a very lucky man to have such a forgiving wife. :O)