This article was originally published in the September 1997 issue of Cycle World. It was an embarrassing moment for me. A couple of years ago, I went out to lunch with a bunch of employees at the rock-and-roll station where my brother used to work. One of the younger DJs came with us, wearing a black leather motorcycle jacket of The Wild One variety. Without thinking, I asked what kind of motorcycle he had. “Motorcycle?” he said, looking at me, blinking. “I don’t have any motorcycle.
