Jalopyshoppe
idiot
This bike has an interesting tale attached. It belonged to the man my father named me after. I don't know how he came to own it, but it was in his possession until he passed 4 years ago. As old friends sometimes drift apart, my father and Dennis were not as close as they were in the 70's and 80's. My dad learned of Dennis's passing about 6 months after it happened. Dennis left this bike behind, in hopes that it would eventually be mine.
Dennis stopped riding the bike in 2006 or so, and it had been stored in a barn in Florida. When my dad flew down to prepare it to be shipped home, it was a sad sight. Nonetheless, he loaded it on the truck and flew back to Oregon to await the bike's arrival.
Once back in Oregon, the bike sat in my dad's garage for another 2 years.
Crusty doesn't even begin to describe it.
Dennis stopped riding the bike in 2006 or so, and it had been stored in a barn in Florida. When my dad flew down to prepare it to be shipped home, it was a sad sight. Nonetheless, he loaded it on the truck and flew back to Oregon to await the bike's arrival.
Once back in Oregon, the bike sat in my dad's garage for another 2 years.
Crusty doesn't even begin to describe it.