7 years old. Dad takes me to look at what was to become my first bike. Honda Z50. He tells me to hop on and shows me where the throttle is and say go. I twist it wide open and the bike takes off across the guys yard with me hanging on for dear life and screaming. Dad chases me down (1st gear ain't too fast on a Z50) and yanks me off the bike right before it careens into a tree. He looks at the guy who is laughing his ass off and says, "I guess we'll take it".
My grandmother is practically begging for a Subaru. She like the idea of an all wheel drive car. Grandpa was in the army at the end of WWII and won't buy some jap crap. Meanwhile I get to work on their POS blazer and Durango on a semi regular basis. I wish they'd lease a car.
An 883 is a turd. Not too much bike for a noob, but if he is normal height or taller, he is gonna look like a monkey fucking a football riding a low. It's a bike made for people shorter than Todd.
Bump. 4.0 Jeep Cherokees (non-Grand), YJ, mazdas, subarus and cavaliers are also possibilities. Must be manual trans. Toyota trucks are one of her favorites. Regular cab 2wd shortbed would be ideal.