Back when David Edwards was Cycle World’s editor in chief, he assigned me some story ideas that involved aesthetics, and which were centered on his particular interests: custom bikes and their builders. Even though I have neither tattoos nor fingerless gloves, I was pleased. The tingle of not being sure exactly how to handle such things, and the uncertainty as to the result was exciting, much as riding an unfamiliar motorcycle is. Even longer ago, Cycle’s Cook Neilson assigned me to write about an up-and-coming roadracer, Mike Baldwin. The result was “Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright.” I felt pride in that one because, again, it was off my well-trodden path, and it received favorable comments. Same with the story Kenny Roberts gifted me with in 1980 because a chance question got him talking in a fascinating direction.