Life and Death of the Galloping Gray Ghost

Brian "Bruin" Allen

Let me set the stage for you, though born and breed in the Heartland I was raised and fed in the tropics of the Panama Canal Zone. I never really knew cold, even our rainy season soakings were warm. It was in this small jungle ringed American enclave that I discovered motorcycles. My snot nosed sweet sixteen summer I scored a job working for minimum wage. It just so happened that a buddy had an old 350cc Honda for sale. The paint was faded Navy Gray, the chrome wheels were speckled with rust . . . [More]