The bikes are gone but...
I have two recurring nightmares, waking and sleeping. Both have to do with motorcycles. After you’ve read this please let me know if you too are haunted in the same way.
In the summer of 72, my BMW R75/5 shook its head on Hwy 101 in California. It catapulted me over the handlebars at 85mph. The bike shuddered like a big fish on a line before ejecting me into the road. It felt un-bikelike, more like a malevolent mechanical bull in
