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01-28-2008, 10:15 PM
One Sunday a number of years back, after church, we pulled into a local pancake house to have breakfast. At the same time a guy pulled in with this 66 Bonneville in the back of his truck. I hadn't ridden motorcycles for a long, long time but really liked the looks of this. Stock frame but Trackmaster swingarm. Straight pipes. He was on his way to the All British Field Meet, an annual event displaying Brit cars (mostly) and bikes (a few). While we were waiting for the order I went over to talk and he just happened to mention that it was for sale.
I relayed this info to my wife. She raised her eyebrows and gave me a long look and responded with something witty and insightful like, "Pffft" or "Hmmm." Don't remember which it was but it I interpreted it to be a clear message to me that I should "Go for it."
About six weeks later I said I was going out to buy the Triumph. She made no comment but, when I rode it back into the garage, it was clear that I may have mistaken her original enthusiastic approval for the purchase.
It all bowled over in a day or two. In four years of ownership I rode the thing a hundred miles. Maybe. I probably pushed it 10 miles (slight exaggeration). I loved it though. It did have a license plate and registration although one of my boys, who is a Deputy Sheriff, said best of luck if I ever got pulled over. It sat as a garage trophy for the last two years I owned it.
I finally sold it to a friend of mine about six months before I went out and bought my current bike. Amazingly it has been in his garage for a little over two years. He has probably ridden it about a hundred miles. Like me, he has a list of things he wants to do with it but I'm not holding my breath. I've been down that road. Even more amazing, he's still my friend. And, even more amazing than that, my wife likes my current bike. Honest!
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I relayed this info to my wife. She raised her eyebrows and gave me a long look and responded with something witty and insightful like, "Pffft" or "Hmmm." Don't remember which it was but it I interpreted it to be a clear message to me that I should "Go for it."
About six weeks later I said I was going out to buy the Triumph. She made no comment but, when I rode it back into the garage, it was clear that I may have mistaken her original enthusiastic approval for the purchase.
It all bowled over in a day or two. In four years of ownership I rode the thing a hundred miles. Maybe. I probably pushed it 10 miles (slight exaggeration). I loved it though. It did have a license plate and registration although one of my boys, who is a Deputy Sheriff, said best of luck if I ever got pulled over. It sat as a garage trophy for the last two years I owned it.
I finally sold it to a friend of mine about six months before I went out and bought my current bike. Amazingly it has been in his garage for a little over two years. He has probably ridden it about a hundred miles. Like me, he has a list of things he wants to do with it but I'm not holding my breath. I've been down that road. Even more amazing, he's still my friend. And, even more amazing than that, my wife likes my current bike. Honest!
http://pic20.picturetrail.com/VOL1185/4522714/12640182/224744396.jpg