My grandfather, Clarence Czysz, was a well-known race tuner in the 1950s and '60s. He had a little shed behind his garage in San Bernardino, California, and there he built some of the fastest Nortons in the nation. In that shed, amongst all the Manxes and Jawas, was a tiny, little, air-cooled, 125cc two-stroke Bultaco racebike. It was silver, black and red, and those colors still stick with me to this day. I was maybe 6 when I first saw it, and was drawn to it immediately. It was the only bike there that I could sit on and reach the bars. I couldn't help but envision myself riding it.