My first year of A.B.L.A. racing; 1973. New Falcon San Remo. Cooling down after training ride with Wayne. Fooling around doing wheelees. Get a little crossed. Put front wheel down sideways. Fold wheel, bend fork. Walking home, Wayne mercifully agrees that we will tell everyone that a dog ran out....Jamie much older, probably not much wiser, Swan. PS; going for an angiogram Thursday. Wish me luck!