I was cruising down a rural backroad on my Burgman one afternoon. I saw a shapely young woman walking out to her mailbox. She paused and stared at me as I approached. She smiled ear to ear and started to lift her hand to wave. As I got right beside her, presumably as soon as the step-through became apparent, her hand dropped and her smile turned to a look of bewilderment. I am sure she thought she was about to put a move on a sport biker for a minute. The Burgman presents as one from the front.
