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Scottm
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The song from Sesamee Street plays inmy mind. "Who are the people in your neighborhood..."
We all have the stories of visiting with young kids and young at heart adults. People stopping at stop lights next to you and rolling down their windows and yelling questions over the noise of their car's engine and your bike's engine. They keep talking even after the light turns green.
You ride around with that silly grin on your face, I think many people envy that grin.
One day last December while out riding I stopped at a park to take a break. This guy in his mid 60's walks up and starts asking tons of questions and finally asks if i will build one for him. Reluctantly I agree. I give him my phone number and he doesn't call until March and says he's ready. He writes me a check for $250 and tells me to get what I need and then we go shopping for bikes.
When's the last time a total stranger handed you $250?
I build him a Jaguar with a Happy Times 70cc. His legs are short, so I lowered the seat as low as it could go and mounted the reflectors on the seat stays by the brakes. He mounts the bike by walking up behind it. Smiles and says "Just like Gene Autry getting on his horse".
I delivered the bike this Saturday. He had all his neighbors out in his yard when I pulled up. He was like a little kid at his birthday party and did not stop smiling.
We did a walk around and I did my best to teach him how to operate it. We fired up our bikes and took off down the street to a new residential development with no traffic so he could learn starting and stopping.
We went to dinner and then came back to his house. He says "Call me when we can go riding again". So I say how about now?
Once again we fired up the bikes and I told him to lead the way.
He ends up infront of a house several miles away and pulls out his cell phone and call's the person in the house to come out and see. It was his daughter (my age 38). He had a grin as big as Texas and she shook her head in disbelief. He yelled over the buzz of his motor. "Scott, Julie, Julie, Scott" We nodded at each other then he started pedaling till he could engage the motor and tore off down the street back to his place. It was a nice sunset and cool spring evening. Every once in a while I would pull up next to him and ask "what do you think". Still smiling "This is GREAT".
Back at his place he talked to his neighbors as I put my bike back on my car.
We went back in his house and had a few beers and watch Boston put the Rangers away. When's the last time you walked into a stranger's house, sat down on the couch and drank beer?
I drove home with Grateful Dead singing "WHat a long strange trip it's been"
Well that's my story. It's all because of these silly motoredbikes.
Please feel free to add any stories you have of making friends because of these bikes.
We all have the stories of visiting with young kids and young at heart adults. People stopping at stop lights next to you and rolling down their windows and yelling questions over the noise of their car's engine and your bike's engine. They keep talking even after the light turns green.
You ride around with that silly grin on your face, I think many people envy that grin.
One day last December while out riding I stopped at a park to take a break. This guy in his mid 60's walks up and starts asking tons of questions and finally asks if i will build one for him. Reluctantly I agree. I give him my phone number and he doesn't call until March and says he's ready. He writes me a check for $250 and tells me to get what I need and then we go shopping for bikes.
When's the last time a total stranger handed you $250?
I build him a Jaguar with a Happy Times 70cc. His legs are short, so I lowered the seat as low as it could go and mounted the reflectors on the seat stays by the brakes. He mounts the bike by walking up behind it. Smiles and says "Just like Gene Autry getting on his horse".
I delivered the bike this Saturday. He had all his neighbors out in his yard when I pulled up. He was like a little kid at his birthday party and did not stop smiling.
We did a walk around and I did my best to teach him how to operate it. We fired up our bikes and took off down the street to a new residential development with no traffic so he could learn starting and stopping.
We went to dinner and then came back to his house. He says "Call me when we can go riding again". So I say how about now?
Once again we fired up the bikes and I told him to lead the way.
He ends up infront of a house several miles away and pulls out his cell phone and call's the person in the house to come out and see. It was his daughter (my age 38). He had a grin as big as Texas and she shook her head in disbelief. He yelled over the buzz of his motor. "Scott, Julie, Julie, Scott" We nodded at each other then he started pedaling till he could engage the motor and tore off down the street back to his place. It was a nice sunset and cool spring evening. Every once in a while I would pull up next to him and ask "what do you think". Still smiling "This is GREAT".
Back at his place he talked to his neighbors as I put my bike back on my car.
We went back in his house and had a few beers and watch Boston put the Rangers away. When's the last time you walked into a stranger's house, sat down on the couch and drank beer?
I drove home with Grateful Dead singing "WHat a long strange trip it's been"
Well that's my story. It's all because of these silly motoredbikes.
Please feel free to add any stories you have of making friends because of these bikes.
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