Dear PO:
I thank you for having bought a K1 only to be ridden during your vacation. Thank you for having ridden short of 6k miles in thirty years.
I thank you for having your nephew take care of the bike. Specially for having a nephew with plenty of garage space to keep the bike unmolested, under a tarp, for more than 15 years. For having a nephew with so little mechanical ability to be unable to start the bike after its hibernation, but specially for having a nephew with enough money to sell the bike for a low amount if only to have it removed from his garage, though he knew what he was selling. Thanks to your nephew for being straightforward and consider the bike sold with only my handshake, with no money down, and put down the rest of the people who called during the following two days until I could get a van to have it towed to my place.
Sorry for dropping her once. Believe me: I was more angry than you for believing she wouldn't fall though she was very upright on the sidestand. Replaced handlebar and points cover, glued the headlight shell and that was it. The bike was kind enough not to fall on the exhaust, sidecover or tank.
I'm still riding with the points she had when she was yours, and have kept stored the same Bridgestone tires you used to ride with and with which she left Japan. The rear is a little worn out but still they are the real McCoy. I guess even the air on the tires was japanese.
I know you are riding up above now, so I want you to know that I have taken well care of the bike. By know I have tripled the mileage you put on it. It get as many looks as you should have gotten when you used to ride her around the streets of Madrid in the 70's, when the biggest bike ever produced here was a 500cc single with pushrods and drum brake. I replaced the rubber parts that were rotten, cleaned the carbs, and she has never let me down ever since. Went through hell to have it registered but it was well worth it.
She will be with me for ever, and I hope to pass it on to my kid. Sometimes, when I ride by the parking she hibernated, I think to myself: "If bikes could talk, she would tell me how happy she is to ride out and see the World around, instead of languish under a tarp".
I would have loved to know you, you should have been a great man, and I think you would be happy that the bike went to somebody who would look after her, and enjoy her more than you did.
Sincerely,