There's been a lot of water over the dam since we first met. Back then we were riding small-bore motorcycles; he had a 350 Honda twin, and I was on a single-cylinder Ducati 450. Needless to say, neither one of us ever felt like traveling too far from home, so we spent most of our time exploring the back roads, and of course being young and foolish, we occasionally pushed the envelope-though given the modest performance of the bikes we were riding, 'poked' is more like it. Naturally, we occasionally took a tumble and did some pavement surfing, but the Good Lord generally protects drunks and fools, so the worst of it was never more than a patch of road rash and a hefty bill at the parts counter. Fortunately, we both worked for the local Honda dealership-he in Parts, and me in Service, so between the two of us, we were always able to get the bikes back on the road in short order.