I grew up in a small town next to the county fairgrounds. I was the only spectator on the backstretch of the 1/2 mile dirt track as it bordered our hay-field. They had one flat track race a year. The local club spent a week prepping the track.
I could spend hours watching the local guy that worked at the phone company ride his Sportster .....Sideways out of the corners with both feet on the pegs. I had already started a long life of motorcycles, but owning a sportster was just a dream for a 14 year-old back in the mid 60's.....