Where is it?

This BSA was cool. I think it's in So. Dakota somewhere? Some bikes just disappear and are lost forever until someone finds it beaten and broken - usually in a shed or barn. Hidden from society. The spark of it's owner that motivated them to build, customize and fabricate - fizz'd out. The motorcycle's new owner likes what he sees . . . but he too loses the spark - loses the drive. Then the machine suffers. It's a vicious circle. I see many cool motorcycles that I like to say had "one bad owner" along the line. Hope this isn't one of them.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I got to ride around with Fatty on that one night before he sold it. Way cool ride.