One evening when I was walking the streets of Bukittinggi (Sumatra) in 1985, I met a group talking. One of them was on a dark red Harley (I believe 1948 or maybe even pre-war). When I told him I rode a bike myself, he offered me his for a ride. The ride was a bit odd: had to shift gears by handling a lever at the tank, the brakepedal was on the other side of the bike I was used to and steering was... well, interesting. What amazes me up to this day is that he trusted a stranger to ride his museumpiece. Mind you, it was night and pitch dark.