I hadn't been to Cafe Pergolese on a Sunday morning in several weeks. This is a favorite watering hole of the Vampires Club: sort of a everything but Harleys club. They weren't there but there was a regular there: a Vincent rider from San Jose who rides over every Sunday morning on his '51 Black Shadow. I couldn't help but park next to his ride. I sat outside to eat my breakfast burrito and Irish Breakfast tea, and read the Sunday comics. I chatted the old boy up as he came out to get on his bike. He was a middle aged long hair with aged, worn leathers that complemented his aged worn face.
His bike had an intersting story. He said that he named his bike “Dracula”: said that it had taken his life savings twice. He bought the bike at an auction in rough shape. It seems that some man of means had a son who had died on a Vincent, and became obsessed with buying every Vincent that he could to keep others off of them. He purchased them and put them in a barn where they languished for years until the old man died, and the bikes were put up for auction. Mr. V bought it, spent his savings restoring it, and has been riding it and sinking his life force into it ever since. My Camera wasn't ready when he left to catch a shot of his license plate which read: “NOS4RATOE”! This brother is no “poser.”
His bike had an intersting story. He said that he named his bike “Dracula”: said that it had taken his life savings twice. He bought the bike at an auction in rough shape. It seems that some man of means had a son who had died on a Vincent, and became obsessed with buying every Vincent that he could to keep others off of them. He purchased them and put them in a barn where they languished for years until the old man died, and the bikes were put up for auction. Mr. V bought it, spent his savings restoring it, and has been riding it and sinking his life force into it ever since. My Camera wasn't ready when he left to catch a shot of his license plate which read: “NOS4RATOE”! This brother is no “poser.”
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