O/T:
It's all getting a bit real now. I've been out today and bought my own crash helmet.
I grew up around motorcycles but was a late bloomer since I am a bicycle nut primarily. My older brother was into motor cross and café racers while I was into skateboarding and racing BMX.
I bought my First bike in my mid 30's, without ever really riding one and it was an old, finicky Norton 850.
The first time I took that old beast for a ride I hung on for dear life and had an adrenaline-fueled smile, emblazoned on my face from ear to ear. I felt like I was being pulled through the atmosphere by some oily old machine, rather than actually riding it.
After a few rides, I calmed down and it was not a matter of hanging on for dear life but finally becoming one with the machine, instead.
Barnabus, you're going to love it.