Those late night phone calls....You know the ones...where you just know its bad news by the tone somehow.
I got a call telling me my uncle had passed and that I needed to get home. Only problem was my cousin and her kid are here in Denver also, with no way to get to San Diego, California. Me being the genius that I am, decide that I'll stuff them into my car with my family and I'll follow along on my future project bike, an '81 Suzuki GS850 that has a bald rear tire and no speedometer and sat in the P.O's backyard for 10 years prior to my purchase a few months back.
To make a long story short, that GS took me the entire 2000+ miles to San Diego and back and allowed me to take my uncle (in ash form) on his last ride to his burial at sea without a single mechanical problem.
The old girl earned my love last week.
I got a call telling me my uncle had passed and that I needed to get home. Only problem was my cousin and her kid are here in Denver also, with no way to get to San Diego, California. Me being the genius that I am, decide that I'll stuff them into my car with my family and I'll follow along on my future project bike, an '81 Suzuki GS850 that has a bald rear tire and no speedometer and sat in the P.O's backyard for 10 years prior to my purchase a few months back.
To make a long story short, that GS took me the entire 2000+ miles to San Diego and back and allowed me to take my uncle (in ash form) on his last ride to his burial at sea without a single mechanical problem.
The old girl earned my love last week.
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