I will never forget our first big trip. My friends and I live near the Ohio-Indiana border and our destination was Atlantic City, New Jersey, in 1978. Since we were new to long travel, one friend decided he would take tools. he took allot of tools! He had a Triple A luggage rack and back rest on his bike and enough tools to rebuild anything. We noticed as we approached Atlantic City that his luggage rack was resting on his taillight! Well, the rack just couldn't handle all the weight and broke. We found a body shop and used their welder to repair his broken rack and distributed the tools among the rest of the other 3, 750's. The whole trip though reminded me of Dumb and Dumber. We rode as far as we could the first night and when we wanted to find a place to stay, couldn't. We called the police dept., figuring they would no all of the out of the way hotel/motels we hadn't seen and maybe we could get some rooms. We did find a place, but it was being used as a Brothel! You entered the room and you could see the impressions of bodies on the bed spreads. As the wives got ready for bed, all of us guys grabbed a 6 pack and sat outside with the bikes enjoying the night. It was funny watching the cars wheel into a parking lot across the street and then another car would pull up and a girl from one car would get out and guy from another car would get our and about 1/2 later they would leave their room and go their separate ways. We are all from a little back water town and got educated in a hurry! I could tell so much more about this trip and others, maybe another time.
