I was 10, and one weekend I convinced my uncle and father to go to a motocross race happening in the outskirts of Buenos Aires. We rode two of my uncles’ bikes, one a 1948 Vincent Black Shadow and the other the first Honda CB750 Four that arrived in Argentina. The memories of the the MX race are vague, but the trip to and from the track still give the chills. I knew a bit about the Honda; who didn’t? It was the hottest thing in the world, and the idea of a four-cylinder in a bike, a disc brake, instrument cluster, what!? That was space travel talk for a very impressionable 10-year-old kid.