01-18-2017, 03:10 AM
It was a vintage meet that got me back into motorcycling after a 25 year hiatus. I still go to it every year to admire the restored motorcycles. The British motorcycles of the late sixties and early seventies are the ones I remember most fondly.
One year I stopped in front of a 1972 Norton Commando, the black one with the gold lettering and pin striping. To me that was their most handsome motorcycle. As I was admiring it I heard a voice from a group of bikers sitting in the shade of a nearby tree say it was for sale and that I should buy it. I smiled and politely refused. He persisted and I responded, "Old motorcycles are like old girl friends. You always wonder why you let them go, until you meet them again. Then you say to yourself, ah yes now I remember." They all laughed.
One year I stopped in front of a 1972 Norton Commando, the black one with the gold lettering and pin striping. To me that was their most handsome motorcycle. As I was admiring it I heard a voice from a group of bikers sitting in the shade of a nearby tree say it was for sale and that I should buy it. I smiled and politely refused. He persisted and I responded, "Old motorcycles are like old girl friends. You always wonder why you let them go, until you meet them again. Then you say to yourself, ah yes now I remember." They all laughed.