My Dad turned me on to that movie “The Great Escape,” and as soon as I got old enough I started riding that 650 in the fields around our Nashville farm, pretending I was Steve McQueen. So it’s seen some use and abuse, and it’s got some history, too. My Dad lent it to a friend for a few years during the ‘80s, when he was having a rough time, and it really kept him on his feet. It looks so natural, and worn. There’s something really special about the fact that it hasn’t been touched cosmetically in such a long time. There’s black duct tape on one footpeg, and the kickstart lever. I could get those rubber pieces replaced pretty easily, but it’s just the kind of bike that looks better with a little duct tape. It’s a rider, not some shiny, over-restored collectable.