It seems hard to believe now when so many club racers have RVs and enclosed trailers, but back when I started racing, even the pros usually carried bikes on open trailers—or inside a van, if they were lucky. I didn’t have any of these, so I traveled to my first race in a 1956 Volkswagen Beetle with all but the driver’s seat removed. My pride and joy, a 1960 Ducati Supersport/Elite 200, minus its front wheel, fit where the passenger seat normally was, with the back wheel resting where the back seat should have been. If I had a passenger, that person sat in the space on the floor behind the driver’s seat. I couldn’t care less—we were going racing. A few hundred miles in cramped quarters was a cakewalk when that was the payoff.