First big ride, the Maddening Matchless.
When I picked it up on a Saturday in the summer of 1967, the shop guys told me to put 500 miles on it below 3000 rpm and bring back to the shop. I was there Monday morning, having driven the streets of Lansing/East Lansing until I ran out of gas sometime Sunday morning, pushing it home -- not for the last time -- pushing it to the gas station Sunday morning and riding all day.
There was no bigger grin than 70 mph in third, coming up on the power curve and opening the Amals up. Frowns: parts falling off and the ease with which said Amals would flood if carelessly pumped by an artless right hand on starting, fouling plugs.
The one touchstone of sanity in some sad, lonely days and sleepless nights in Columbus that summer, I would run the inner-belt for hours lapping the downtown until the sky began to lighten.