A few years back I went to an exhibit, at a museum, called Art of the Motorcycle. One of the motorcycles belonged to Steve McQueen and I was completely mesmerized. I got chill bumps immediately and could feel his spirit there as I admired his Indian motorcycle. I kept thinking...I have to touch this...I have to touch this motorcycle. When the docent wasn't looking I reached up and touched the throttle. A few weeks back during our trip to the National Motorcycle Museum I rounded the corner and there was the motorcycle I had touched. Once again I felt his spirit there in the room. I'd like to give a little tribute here to Steve McQueen. He was an All American Rebel, a freebird, and he loved those fast machines!