The year was 1976 and it was nothing like I had ever seen, completely different than every other kid on the blocks’ Big Wheel. It was the beginning of the end, it was my very first ride, it was the Green Machine.
Moving on from the Green Machine, I would sneak the keys for my dad’s Honda Passport or borrow the Puch moped our grandfather got for us in ’79. In 1985, I won a “state-of-the-art” boom box and I traded it for a friend’s older brother’s old Honda 500 Twin. I rode that endlessly up and down the coast of Lake Michigan until it gave up the ghost. After that, small trips to the West Coast and riding through the mountains of Colorado, on my “trusty” Triumph Bonneville.
In my late twenty’s and early thirty’s, I was inspired to join my younger brother and good friend to the bizarre and beautiful country of India where I put thousands of miles on a Royal Enfield Bullet. From the mountains of Nepal to the deserts of Rajasthan, I learned a lot about what it takes to keep and maintain a bike when a break down means being stranded 250 miles from the nearest mechanic.
Upon returning from India, I started working in my garage in Northeast Minneapolis, Wright Brothers style, after apprenticing with a local motorcycle guru. When the garage started overflowing, and with the support and goodwill of my neighbors, I decided to take the plunge and open my own shop, BlueCat Motors.