Time on Two Wheels

Most car enthusiasts also love motorcycles, many as riders themselves, and some as admirers from afar. I myself have a long history with motorcycles, starting when I was very young. Growing up in the rural farm country of southwestern South Dakota, my brother and I would play on a 1940 Indian 4 cylinder monster that my dad road in his younger days, and still stored in a shed on our farm. As a young teenager, our family owned a small motorcycle shop in town, selling Honda models up to 160cc. I did minor mechanic work, and finished assembly of the new motorcycles, after they arrived in crates. My brother and I, and our cousins, all had cycles during our high school years. We thought that was pretty cool, the girls always wanted a ride, and we didn't want to disappoint.
One of my first street races with a stranger was on a motorcycle, and I won.  The whole thing is detailed in Chapter 1 of my book. That kind of stuff would continue, off and on until I was over 40 years old. For all those years I usually had a motorcycle of one type or another, from dirt bikes to street bikes. In recent years, I have enjoyed several ATVs, though I haven't owned a regular motorcycle in over 20 years. But I will always have fond memories of my time on two wheels.

Vintage photo of me on my Honda 160 Scrambler, taken in 1967.