The photo hanging in the lobby of Geoff Mesman’s auto-repair shop in Mission Viejo, California, showed a CBR600 rider carving a corner at Fontana Raceway—it was Geoff, age 44, having a bit of trackday fun. Seeing that image triggered a flashback to Surabaya, Indonesia, 1956. I was eight years old when my father took me to see a motorcycle race. We rode there on his German NSU 250. Dad pointed out a competitor, also on an NSU: “Dat is Mesman. Hij rijd goed.” Indeed. Mesman won the race.