Monday, December 17, 2007


It must have been in 1985 after I had retired when I convinced myself that I wanted a bike so dutifully took the 'how to survive on your new bike' course and with my HONDA 450 ventured forth.
It was great fun; a ride to Alaska with bunch of Germans was the tops. A couple transcontinental trips; very nice even with sunburned hands?
Then a flat tire at night, in the rain in a not so great part of PATERSON N,J. on Route 80 sort of twisted my thinking a bit. Suddenly air conditioning and windshield wipers become my new standard. Now at age 80 I remember but don't want to go back...
harry peterson