I spent my first summer with my panhead riding throughout the state, building the bike myself I was constantly listening to it feeling it pushing it as much as I dared and after months of riding it felt confident that I could depend on it. My first interstate ride was to my brothers house on the south shore of Boston, a mere two and a half hour ride. My wife at the time and I left late morning on a Friday, the weather was perfect the sun warming my soul as we rode. The bike was performing perfectly as we cruised along, we were about thirty minutes away and out of nowhere the bike started coasting, I cranked the throttle the motor was running, but we were not moving so I rolled to the side of the road shut the bike down and walked around it two, three, four times before I noticed the rear chain was gone.