I finally met the owner of those bikes. We had one day at 60 degrees about a month ago and I put on my jacket and tore out to his place. It's kind of in the sticks. I pulled up and there he was unloading some firewood out of his truck. Had a Norton belt buckle on, maybe in his late 50's. I told him I had seen the bikes from the road and couldn't believe my eyes when I looked in, and that I had to meet him. He said "yep, those are my Nortons. They're not for sale and if you try to steal them I'll kill you". I laughed, although a shiver went up my spine.
Ended up spending a few hours with the guy and could really relate to him. Was just a cool guy who loves motorcycles. He spent his youth pretty much dedicated to old brit bikes. Turns out the bike on the shed porch was his first Commando and he literally rode it until the motor couldn't be rebuilt anymore. He showed me the Atlas/Commando hybrid he built that lives inside his bedroom and about 6 other Nortons, BSA's, Triumphs and BMW's scattered throughout the house.
He said his friends always try to get him to sell one because he 'has so many'. He tells them they had the same opprotunity he did to buy them back when they were plentyful, and someday they'll fund his retirement. Smart fella really. I don't imagine I'll end up with one, but we got on pretty well and I'm sure he'd give me a fair shot when he finally lets them go. If that ever happens...
In somewhat related news, I keep going back and forth on how I feel about having sold that bike. I miss it hanging around, it had a strange vibe to it. In the end maybe the story of my thousand dollar Combat Commando pulled from a shed will be more interesting than keeping the bike.