I took a couple bikes to my car cruise to display. I'm working in the registration tent and look up to see an older couple hovering around my two bikes, so I walk over to talk. Suddenly (well, he really was slow) unexpectedly maybe, but I notice he's got his feet going and has a hand full of throttle. I'm afraid he was going to topple the F onto the KZ and end up tangled in the mess.
So I said wait a minute, and rolled the F out onto the sidewalk where I can protect it without being mean. The guy and his lady followed me and he threw a leg over the seat (well not really threw because he used his arm and several hops to get it over) and there he was sitting on my 400. I was glad the key was in my pocket cause I think he was searching for it.
Anyway we had a wonderful conversation about his two Indians (one with a foot clutch) and his Modified 47 Harley that he took a friend 110 mph on and taking two girls for a ride at once.
He told me about racing Hot Rods on it and when he sold it to get a new BSA. Of course I asked if he still had any bikes stashed away because if he did I was going to sit on his bike next. He doesn't so I let him and his lady friend escape unharmed. Oh yeah, he said he was 94 years old and I'm pretty sure he had some sort of health related appliance under his clothes. Or he was packing a machine pistol.
I would not be surprised if at some point he was well versed in the use of weapons of war. I wish I had asked.
