Some events are etched on a person's memory. This is one of mine. I had wanted a motorcycle for several years. My parents were reluctant to approve. At the time I had a 1961 Chevrolet convertible. Once again I brought up the idea of having a motorcycle. They pointed out that I couldn't afford to purchase a motorcycle. They were, of course, correct. I countered with "I could sell my car". They agreed that if I sold my car I would have the money to get the motorcycle. I am sure they thought that would convince me that a motorcycle was not in my future. The car was gone within a week. Then inside of another week Al Golan delivered the CL72 Scrambler. Al was the Harley dealer in Youngstown, Ohio who had recently included Honda in his line up. He delivered it late one day and he spent thirty minutes or so familiarizing me with the bike. Dad told me I had to wait until morning to take my first ride because it was getting dark. After going to bed I could not sleep. I got up and spent an hour with that new ride. I read the owner's manual. I spent some time waxing the tank and then simply sat on it. I got up the next morning and it was raining. I couldn't have cared less. I put a lot of miles on the bike that day in the rain.
