From Donald's words in his first scribe
on his excellent 100cc Brit thumper travails:
"I park out front and ask Patrick to stay with
the truck while I go in and peruse the helmet selection.
After some mild hand wringing I make my choice and
as I'm headed to the cashier I look out through
the windows at Pat - up on the truck sitting the
bike. The phone lines are clogged so the charge
authorization takes a while. When I finally exit
the shop and head to the truck I see a guy, fore
arms resting on the truck bed his feet crossed behind
him, talking to Pat. As I approach I'm introduced
to Rod one of the head mechanics at the dealership.
He's glowing. "Man this is gorgeous! a T100,
cool, I've had a 650 Tiger for years, wiring harness
burned up a couple years ago - oh there's this great
guy in Marietta does incredible restorations - buddy
of mine had a Daytona like this that caught fire
and he took the charred remains and for six grand
put it in show room condition - man you know what
you can get in there (he points to the showroom)
for six grand? shit, that's what - guys in there,
I try to tell up but they don't know, this here's
a real motorcycle." I haven't said a word yet.
He slows down and we chat some, sharing that particular
(and there are many) interest in old British motorcycles.
As we part he says he'd buy it from me right then
never could it be said better...