Personally, I think the Black Shadow was a major contributor to getting me interested in bikes, TR. Like a lot of boys in the 50's, I had a paper route. At least twice a week a guy would ride his bike around the neighborhood in the early morning hours. Whenever I saw him, I would stop my bicycle and watch him. He would run up and down the street a couple of times just so I could watch and then disappear. Black leather pants and jacket. Black helmet, and a black motorcycle with the name 'Vincent' on the tank.
To this day, and I'm 73 yrs old, i can still see the beautiful engine and hear the mechanical sounds of that bike in my mind. It was like no other.