This story starts about a year or two before my birth in 1954. Dad was an Oklahoma-oilfield worker from Illinois by day, and roller-rink DJ & smooth skater by night. Mom was the Okie soda-fountain girl at the Woolworth in town. Pretty sure that's where my obsession for chocolate malts started. :-)
More youthful history in later posts ... maybe ...
My lovely wife tried her darnedest to groom me into a California Yuppie. I resisted. That illusion had NO appeal to me. I was a mostly-Mississippi-raised redneck livin' in YuppieLand.
I have thoroughly enjoyed 2-wheeled toys since I was about 6 years old. I was lusting for motorcycles before girls. Well, until I turned 7 anyway.
People are way more different from each other that some of us will ever realize. Yeah we kinda look similar, but it's an illusion.
These are the ramblings of a geeky, endorphin-addicted redneck on the fringe of a modern society.