I found these old photos and thought I'd share them. My first long tour - winter of 1976 - Minnesota to Mexico after months of readying the bike. Three months later, mid-way between Vera Cruz and Tampico, I'm slowing to pull over and someone comes up behind me at 70 mph and - Kaboom. It took five guys to pull the bike out of the front of the car. The rich guy in back gets out and starts screaming at me in Spanish, as I lay on the road, for being in his way. Then the story gets interesting, but long. Two months later I ride my Norton into my driveway in St. Paul, MN.