The years pass. Kimmy and I stayed in touch. Had some flirty moments. Never got mushy. I failed to find my Commando, but I did start off on a '72 Triumph Bonneville 650. Great bike. Had it in New York City. Got rid of it after my 90-lb. girlfriend at the time flew off the back at 58th and Park. I told her to hold on. Then I lost a muffler riding across the Williamsburg Bridge. It was time. My next bike was a Honda CB750 Supersport, which I loved. That became my California bike until I discovered the Honda 400 Four. I traded-in the 750 and the fun began. For those who love those classic bikes of the '70s, this one was a beauty. As I recall, it redlined somewhere around 10,000 rpm. I left a lot of bewildered motorcyclists in my dust. My late-20s were spent in Italy on different bikes, but it was there that I first rode a Harley-Davidson. The rest is history.