ARROW OF CHANGE

n 1977 I knew when it was last call in the bars two miles away, for I could hear that musical three-cylinder sound of Kawasaki H1s and H2s upshifting away into the night. Today, four decades later, the sound has defaulted to Harley-Davidson Sportsters. At the end of the 1960s if we were working late in our Boston-area shop, customers would come in to describe with excited hand gestures their evenings of