I bought a 650 Triumph TR6 shortly before ETSing from the military. Drove it from Ft. Carson, CO, to Detroit, up and about in Canada, and then back to Memphis in 1971. Had two wrecks. First saw a car run over me from behind and push me and the bike about one hundred yards with the bike sideways and me on top with the front bumper banging me from above. Next day I had a flat on the expressway; lucky it was the front tire.

By the time I reached Memphis I had two blisters on my rear end which matched two bolts that connected the seat to the bike.

I was indestructible back then. And I loved that bike.