I was enjoying my afternoon ride on my newest bike. Shake down ride was in it's second hour. I stopped for a coffee. An older gent in his 60's wandered over to my bike, walked back to me and struck up a converstaion. Immediately we had common ground and knew the same people. When he told me his name, I was overwhelmed with happiness. First reason I heard he may have passed years ago, so no he didn't. Second was because as a little kid, I would ride my bike to his motorcycle shop to buy parts for my mini bikes and later dirtbikes. You see, this gent operated a small family owned motorcycle shop, they were a dealer for Suzuki, Norton, BSA, and I'm pretty sure Moto Guzzi. This guy always spent time talking to a 7 year old who was paying for parts with change. I bet I never had enough since I never got any change, he probably sold it for what I had. This guy would create motorcycles from pieces and parts of this and that. I always looked up to him and couldn't wait until my parents would allow me to make the 12 mile round trip bike ride to his shop again. Last summer I rode to his shop to find it closed, grass waist high, signs removed. It looked like no-one had been there for years. It was a low for me. Looking through the huge glass windows, I saw a Norton Commando partially covered with a blanket. A BSA of unknown model and a dirtbike in the back. It looked like someone turned out the lights and never returned. I spent weeks trying to find out what happened.
So today, he said to me while looking at my new bike "that is the essence of a motorcycle, you have captured what it should look like" I couldn't believe it. Oh my god! This little kid that was inspired to love motorcycles meets his hero 32 years later and we talked for an hour. Today has been a great day. You know you meet the nicest people......