A few years ago I learned that my biological grandfather died in 1925 in a stunt-motorcycle accident - on an Indian motorcycle, nonetheless - after he rode his 'show', which was known as the "Wall of Death."
Not only that, he downgraded his rank voluntarily while in Italy so that he could be a motorcycle patrol scout on the front lines.
In many areas of the world, history seems doomed to repeat itself.
Yes, I meant to use the word twice!
"35 years ago, I began the voyage that would help me reinvent my future - and discover the magic that lay within it!"
Have you noticed the signals coming out that in the US, people aren't thinking that the economy is as rosy as they thought?