I like my SCR even more after spending the day at Bikes On The Bricks in Flint Michigan. Row after row of Harley's. So many in fact that you just get numb to the fact that they are everywhere. You don't even notice one that stands out from another. What I did notice was that as I rolled down that brick road on my SCR, people looked. People pointed. People smiled and remembered the good old days when people rode bikes that looked like it. The bike I liked best at that event was a blue 1975 Suzuki GT750 water cooled triple. Original unrestored and nearly perfect. I looked. I pointed. And I smiled remembering the good old days. That last photo was from the good old days riding back home to Michigan from Daytona Beach Florida. Wearing tennis shoes, unbuttoned shirt, and no gloves.....all things I've taught my kids NOT to do.