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    • Reading your story gave me perspective on my childhood.. It was similar in many respects, broken home, belts& welts, etc. I was always on my own, but I was never homeless. I too have had a wonderful, happy adult life, with a loving wife by my side. My motorcycle has been my therapist since age 12 when I bought a 1971 Suzuki TC90 with my own money from a paper route and working small jobs (never received an allowance). I walked to a ranch in Moraga and rode it home at night, with no parental approval or oversight. I've had 48 years of Moto therapy since. I was surprised to read that we have the same alma mater.................Glorietta, not Stanford (too ignorant). I was there from '65-'69, then onto IVI, Campolindo....

      I want to thank you for pulling back the curtain and sharing some of your experiences, conveying them in a raw, straight forward manner. It gave me pause and reflection on how we are brought into this existence with no perspective, nor influence on our lives.

      Happy Trails - Dave

    • Thanks, Dave! Oh my God I had a Honda 90 that I bought with my own money caddying at Orinda Country Club. I was also IVI and Campolindo. What a small world.

      This is what I looked like then.