I'm glad you were wearing leathers and a helmet, Brettski, so you can be here with us nigh well three decades later to share that story. I hold somewhat less hope for the longevity of your modern-day equivalents I see on crotch rockets wearing shorts, a tank top, and sandels.

My wife had a '74 (IIRC) Honda 350 when we got married.


"Live like you'll die tomorrow, but manage your grass like you'll live forever."
-S. M. Stirling
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