Now that I could legally ride my bike I became even more of a nuisance, often visiting the same shop(s) two or three times in a day. Finally, one of them, a Norton, Suzuki, Yamaha dealer, offered me a part time go-fer's job, figuring I suppose that if they couldn't get rid of me, they may as well put me to work. One of the mechanics there was a fellow named John, later Dr John, Wittner. John, who went onto much deserved fame, if not fortune, for his work with Moto Guzzi, took me under his wing and quite literally taught me what motorcycles were all about, he also taught me much about life in general, but that's another story. Without his early influence I'm quite certain I'd either be robbing gas stations for a living, or worse, working for someone like Orange County Choppers.