As I came over to Holland in 1957, a stringent uniformity at a Jesuit College gave my life a totally different pitch with surely less adventure and thrill than what I had experienced in Borneo. The Dakota played a role as a romantic fly-away or “escape’ symbol from an eventful past. A few years later, I entered University in Rotterdam and I met a friend on a Harley. I was mesmerized again by the appearance of the bike, like the first time on Java. He offered me the bike for sale, and in magic twist of fortune, I felt no other option that to accept his offer right away. Without having a motorcycle license, I instantly bought the bike and drove her home, after some initial instructions how to handle the awkward foot clutch of this WL Flathead 750 cc. With that, Harley drove into my life. I bought a number of Harley’s over the years, and traveled with them all over Europe, USA and Canada.