The Minister from Montana
For those of us who ride motorcycles, one of the things you realize after many years of riding and owing a variety of bikes are that the imprints motorcycles leave with us after we sell them are not always the same. Some bikes are more memorable than others; sometimes the people we encounter, and the memories we make as the world unrolls before us on the saddle are memories that last. I had purchased a 1990 Honda VFR750 from a collector in Grand Rapids. The bike, red with spo
