Bikes, romances and old farts...

''''bunch of old farts talking about past bikes like bachelors talking about past romances....

There are a lot of parallels there. Bikes are preferable to some romances however.:D

Tomo:
I still have my old Polaroid, the fold out one with the bellows. I'm not going to open it up though. I'm afraid the bellows have gone south.

Jamie:
Next time (which will be next spring) when I'm in the company of the Interceptor, I'll nose around the front end, maybe take some pictures and again offer my Bonnie and hack in addition to some ridiculous amount of cash to try and pry the bike from the unyielding owner. Nosing around a bikes front end is pretty commonplace for me. I'm real good at it. I did spend an afternoon at my dealer's showroom on my hands and knees twisting every front disc brake on numerous R3's and other Triumphs in my quest to find out if, indeed, my rotor was abnormally loose.......they all move.....duh.
 
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