I have always had a fascination with motorcycles. My earliest recollection goes all the way back to when I was in third grade. My family lived in Kendall Park, NJ in the kind of neighborhood where kids walked to school and played in each others’ yards. One such yard was at the home of Eddie and Laurie M where, under a tarp, was their mysterious motorcycle. It was hands off, of course, so the thrill of peeking under the tarp was always there. Come to think of it, I don't ever re-member seeing Mr. M ride. Continue reading →