It’s nice to be back in Los Angeles which is like my second home.
Not being American, how is it that Los Angeles feels this way for me?
When I graduated from my university in the spring of 1970, I began a world tour on my motorcycle.
I left Japan with my YAMAHA XS2 and was thrilled to be on a ship voyage for the first time.
I wanted to see the world with my own eyes on my own feet.

After 16 days at sea, from the mist, the red silhouette of the Golden Gate Bridge emerged.
It was like being alone on the Titanic. I will never forget it.
Here I was, starting from zero in America.

Flying the rising sun on my motorcycle, I took route 101 South. Immediately followed by about 20 bikers,
it was the first time I had felt real danger in my life.
When I stopped, the leader of the group came over and asked me.
“Are you Japanese? Are you touring the world?” he asked.
When I answered yes, he told me he had followed me to ask this,
and that he would tell the group. He said good luck and waved good bye.
I was very moved and encouraged.
They gave me courage! At that moment, America came to feel like my second home.

In 1956, my father set up a cookware store in Tsukiji, Tokyo. For the chefs who came to Tsukiji to buy cookware, he carefully showed them the best. The best cookware is born of a long collaboration between the chef, the artisan and the cookware seller.