Box stock with black wheels...
Updated pics....
My dad. At 72, having never owned a bike, just ridden ours from time to time, he get's on mine, turns the key, thumbs the start button and heads down the road for a minute. He pretty much just got off a tractor.
One of the back highways I like to ride. A good country store on the way to stop for a pack of Reds and some Iced Tea.
Outside of a nice little Pizza cafe after I went on my "Anti-sticker" campaign.
Sorry for the crappy cell pics... I think I'll buy a decent camera for the trunk to record some of my travels.