
When you roll into the local motorcycle shop on a 50 year old bike with a license plate like this, you get instant service from the owner himself!
Great day for a ride and I couldn't wait to let Bill take it for a ride. He loves these old bikes as much as I do and he enjoyed his time on it. Kerry rode her 1986(?) GS450 and I rode my 1975 H2. after we left the shop and headed home, I didn't see her much, other than as a fading headlight in my vibrating mirrors! Kerry likes to ride slow and carefully, I'm not quite like that. Good times!
