Frank stayed the night with us when we came back from the Delores River gathering. Couldn't talk him into sleeping in one of the beds, he slept on the floor in one of the bedrooms. I had to talk him into that, he said he would sleep out on the lawn as he didn't want to impose. We had a good time as I showed him the shop, the flathead V8s, superchargers, jeeps, Crown Vics and all the other junk I have around here. He was hip to it all. We tinkered with his 750 before he left, as it always needed some tinkering. He rode the heck out of that thing. It looked like it wouldn't make it a mile, but it carried him thousands of miles in heat and cold. I think it was due to his force of will as much as it was due to it being a CB750. We had many interchanges over the years and I always appreciated his point of view. He was old school in all the best meaning of that term. Rest in peace Frank, thoughts of you will always make me smile.