Raymond was my oldest brother. A lot of age difference between us, he was over 18 when I came along. One of my earliest memories is him taking me for a ride on his '57 Panhead when I was about 2 or 3, when we lived in Lex. I sat on the 3.5 gallon Fatbob gas tank and held on to the filler caps. I can remember being mesmerized by the Cateye speedometer, and hearing a distinct mechanical whining sound. Later in life I learned that the whine was the sound of the crankcase flywheels. Needless to say he ruined me on that day when we rode out to the apple tree and back. I have worn out not one but two Harley-Davidsons so far in my lifetime. I hope to wear out more.I don't know how he kept me from falling off, what with the jock shift and foot clutch those old Pans are famous for. I'm sure he caught hell from Mom when she found out.So, I have my brother to blame for my addiction to H-D's. That, and giving me a cool nephew and 2 beautiful nieces. Rest in piece, Bro!