It will always be like this

My age now protects me against the ups and downs of motorcycling, but it wasn’t always so. My experience has been that the motorcycle never dies out, but assumes a new form in response to new conditions.

When in 1969 I first started going to Daytona every March for the 200-mile road race, it looked solid and permanent to me. The rush of enthusiasm driving it (some of it my own!) was surely endless. Kawasaki and Suzuki unleashed