I run my '09 MIlitary with the Cozy as my "truck".
You never know WHAT I'm gonna toss in the side car. I don't think the seat has been in the Cozy 5 times in the 2 years I've own it.
Last summer it was a total of 130- 80 # bags of concrete to put a floor in my cellar.
3 days a day for all of June!
I'm at Lowes at least twice a week with it, it kinda has it's own parking spot over this drain, in front of the store.
Last spring I met a 'ol guy who grown up in England.
He had grown up by the R.E. factory, his family worked in it.
We talked, (well he talked, I listened) for a good hour on his memories of the R.E.s, his uncle and father taking him for rides, how sad he was when they closed.
It was the LOOK in his eyes as he relived his past life, the way he ran those hard working hands over the tank, as though he was touching a fine woman. You could see he really wasn't there in Lowes, but maybe a kid again,in his yard on those Sundays about to head out on the road on a R.E.. He thanked me, we parted ways.....
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I was there at Lowes again yesterday after work getting some motion lights for my back yard and the old guy came over to me in the store.
We shook hands, he told me he was happy I still had the bike, we talked again somemore. His wife came over ,we went on his way.
His wife came down with the empty shopping cart outside later as I was getting my gear on and thanked me for taking the time to chat with him, I told her it was my pleasure. The last time we had met the 'ol Buck talked about it for weeks.
When I told her I loved listening to his stories and could see he really miss motorcycles.
She told me his health was failing, and that made me really sad.
I fired the scoot up and went up to his car.
I asked him if he had the time would he want to take it @ the parking lot for "old time sake".
At first he said balked, he hadn't been on a motorcycle in 20 years and was afraid he wreck it.
I told him it had 3 wheel, he can't fall over and it was like making love, once you've done it, you may be rusty, but you NEVER forget how!
He thought it over for a few seconds, looked at his wife, and she told him to be careful.
After getting my helmet on him and reminding him for the 10th time the brake and shifter were reversed off he went.
After a lap @ Lowes he pull in, but I told him you gotta at least do a few or you'd wouldn't be happy!
He did like 10 laps @, the laps getting bigger and bigger, shifting and having a good "ol time the grim on his face bigger and bigger each lap!
He pulled in shut it off and just sat there holding the handle bars.
"Just like I remember it"
It really choked me up.
He got off, we shook hands, his wife hugged me, off they went.
My good deed of the day story!
Joe
One day we're gonna be that old man, and I hope some guy give me my final ride on a memory!
Topic: well if this doesn't get me into heaven, at least it's a interview! (Read 4119 times)