In reply to Barry.

Actually, I can’t knock the new Trumps at all, Barr. A close friend of mine had one, damned near got hisself kilt on it a few years back. But before he dumped it to go slide off the pavement and bounce off a few Jersey walls for a while, it was a really sweet machine.

And those old Beezers were something else, too. Way too many moons ago my friend brack had, what was it, a BSA Hornet, I think they were called. That little sucker would flat FLY, too.

He put the Beezer in a now-defunct Brit bike shop on Monroe Rd for a complete rewiring job–a shop whose proprietor was famous for droning endlessly on and on about mostly nothing, any and every time some poor sap made the mistake of walking in the door. The guy had a rep as being a damned good wrench, but man ALIVE. I got caught up in his toils a cpl-three times myself, it was excruciating.

That wiring job ended up taking several years to complete, for some strange reason. Hell, there ain’t that many wires on those old bikes in the first damned place. I’ve done front-to-back rewires myself that took me no more than a single afternoon. Then again, I spent most of my time in the shop turning wrenches, not jawjacking endlessly. I dunno, could be that may have had something to do with it…;)

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