September 1, 2015


Back in the day, waaay back in 1971...I was a ten year old kid standing at the bus stop early in the morning. The purr of a small four-cycle motor caught the attention of those waiting for their ride to school, and a startled group of elementary students looked on with envy as my dad pulled up riding his maroon Honda CL350. I had forgotten my lunch, leaving it on the kitchen counter, and dad was bringing it to me while on his way to work. As dad pulled away, the other kids couldn’t believe my dad rode a motorcycle. To every kid, then and now, motorcycles are cool and I guess in small town New England, only Marlon Brando was supposed to ride a street bike...not the dad down the stre...

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