For the photography, I have the U.S. Army to thank. I was drafted toward the end of the Vietnam War, and after training I was sent to the Army Photo Agency in the Pentagon with no photo training whatsoever. Most people were being sent to Vietnam, so this beat being shot at. They had a photo lab staffed with civilians, and they had one bad job they had a hard time keeping people in: processing color slide film in big tanks. It was a very sensitive process with caustic chemicals and a lot of it was in complete darkness. They got the idea to put a draftee in there, naturally, since we couldn't quit. I was happy to have that job. They told all of us enlisted men, most of who were draftees or avoiding jail, that if you screwed up you would be sent to Vietnam. This happened to guys. I made sure I did that film perfectly. I learned a lot about being careful and exacting in the darkroom. It turned out to be a great job. I had virtually no military supervision, and once I went in the darkroom, nobody could come in. If I didn't have film I would go in there, shut the door, and do what I wanted. I read a lot of motorcycle magazines and other stuff. Hey, it was the `70s. It had its sobering side, though. Some of the film was after-action photographs from the war, what weapons actually do to humans on the battlefield. It was pretty brutal. While you're thanking the military and veterans, don't forget the Vietnam vet. Nobody thanked them at the time. After I got out I finished college with an Urban Planning degree. My last semester I had an internship in the planning department of a suburb of St. Paul, Minnesota. I was still racing motocross at the time.