I had a Big Red. I would let other guys drive it, guys that were used to motorcycles. Always they would try to ride it like a motorcycle, and it would dump them or roll on them. I didn't have that problem. When I went into a fast turn I hooked my knee on the seat and leaned in real low. Keeping the center of gravity as low as possible.


The older I become the more I am convinced that the voice of honor in a man's heart is the voice of GOD.