I started riding when I was 18 and never stopped. I was hooked. My first bike was a 1946 Harley 45 cubic inch Springer with a stick shift and foot clutch. I found it in a barn and fixed her up. I was so proud of it. I pampered it. Kept it in tune and clean. Rode it everwhere. And yeah, it felt cool and I'm not talking about the temperature outside. I still ride until the last safe day of the year, miss it all winter, and hop on as soon as possible in Spring. You know what I mean.
Lynn Unkefer, Thiensville, Wisconsin