The flushed face of a Professor when his all important lecture was interrupted by an unmuf-fled Honda 160, a BSA or even a Triumph; a near miss by a whining machine during an evening walk to the library; a helmeted female on a mighty 50; the aesthetic offerings of a skirted coed riding side-saddle behind her escort; and the amateur's inability to lean on the curves were all part of the rage for mean machines this year. The motorcycle reigned as a symbol of sophistication, perfect transportation, and virility. It was a progressive means to aid the student on the move, on the make, or on the mixis.