Yesterday, I was gassing up my pickup at the local station with my bike in the back, when a guy approached and asked what year my bike was...? I proudly said, "It's a 1952, K Model Harley." He said his dad has(or had) a 1953 BSA Gold Star racer. I thought, hey cool. I went to say something about my Harley, but he interrupted to tell me how great British bikes are . . . bla bla bla bla bla . . . it pretty much went downhill from there. Oh, well.