Reconciling the imagined and actual Gold Wings of glittering memory
The last few years I haven’t ridden much. Bicycles yes, motorcycles no. Parenting, bills — you’ve either lived or have heard it. Last month I started a new job featuring a hybrid work schedule, though 80 miles away, and resumed my two-wheeled ways for the once-a-week jaunt on a previously undertaxed Suzuki V-Strom 650.
As a kid my parents affixed my grandfather’s old Honda
