A ride report - sorta... In 1975 I bought my first BMW, a 1975 R90/6. I always think of it as one I bought new but it actually had nearly 3,000 miles on it. It was the classic black with white pinstripes and I thought it was beautiful (and I thought I was mighty cool riding it ). My wife and I toured all over the midwest and southwest on it. I knew that the bike had belonged to the husband (Jay) of one of my junior high school teachers. He was kind of a larger-than-life character in our small town, a WWII hero who, before the war, had bummed around the country as a hobo and before that as one of those guys who, with a promoter, came into small towns and set up a boxing ring in the street, taking on all comers; anyone who avoided being knocked out won $50 bucks. I used to wonder how many $50 bills Jay and his promoter gave away. Even though we were almost neighbors, I had never spent much time with Jay. He was gruff, grouchy and pretty darned intimidating . After I bought Jay's old bike, he sort of mellowed towards me (he even sold me the saddlebags he had used when he owned my bike) and we eventually became friends and rode together. I was the slender dashing young guy (if you don't believe me, look at the photo below - don't I look dashing? ) on the old-phart fully-faired /6 and Jay was the paunchy old guy (who could ride rings around anyone I ever saw) on his sleek and beautiful Silver Smoke R90S. At the time it seemed kind of backwards to me... ATGATT 1976 style!