61 Panhead. Back in the summer of 61 on a family trip, I was just a young lad. Sitting in the back seat of dads car I heard something behind us. I jumped up on the seat and saw a bike behind us. I watched this guy leaning through the corners and when we hit a straight stretch the biker passed us. I watched him go by and he waved at me. I said to myself that someday that would be me, and on that day a biker was born. The next fall when we went back to school, I met a kid, we became best friends. His dad owned a motorcycle shop. More to follow.