The beer an babes thing beget one another, at least in a younger frame of mind a long long time ago.
I had a new out of the box 750 do 175 MPH up hill in the snow with a passenger, towing a sportster back in 1972.
I ran it on jet fuel and 3 and one oil.
And that weekend I caught a 75# bass with a pop top and floss. I fed the five women I met up with and after the meal, around the camp fire and three casks of wine later, well let us say it was a pleasurable experience for all involved.
That was when The Stones came to town, I will save that story for later...
The next day I woke up, every one and thing was gone, I realized I was only FOUR! and the speedometer on any Honda CB750 did not read remotely accurate after 30 mph.
