It’s mine! It’s all mine!
The bike is mine! Waiting to be painted and maybe chopped a little! I saw an ad on Craig’s List for a ‘72 xs650. We borrowed a truck and drove up to Oak Harbor on a Friday afternoon around 5pm across the Narrows Bridge which is never a fun task during rush hour.
We got there just in the last rays of light. He had the bike out and warmed up (hmmm). Unfortunately, the clutch cable was so gunked up that I couldn’t really take the bike for a ride. It needs a little more work than the seller indicated on the phone and the seller didn’t seem to know much about bikes or riding. Looked like it had been left outside since beginning of last summer when he bought it. He felt the bike was too big.
As soon as I sat on it, I had to have it. It was just so … familiar. I spent so much time on my ‘79 650 that even 15 years later it felt completely natural. So, I bought it.
We loaded it into the truck and proceded down down the dark country road in the wind and rain, fantasizing about summers to come, colors to paint, shiny chrome and ceramic paint and speedy rides.
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