I've posted this picture of me and my sister before, but I'm too lazy to find it so you can just link over. However, the picture is key to the story.
This is a picture that I have in a small frame by my bed. It's one of 2-3 pictures of B and me that I think truly reflects us as sisters. The other day when Victor was over he saw it and picked it up to get a closer look. He went kinda nuts over it, which I thought was weird, but funny. He asked if he could get a copy of it. I was flattered thinking that I was the thing in the picture that had lit him up. (foolish uni)
I sent him an electronic copy of the picture the next day and kinda forgot about it. A couple of days later he emailed that this picture had been a big hit at his Triumph club. (motorcycle club he belongs to) That surprised me. I had never stopped to think about whether or not my dad's bike was anything special. To me it was just the really cool thing I got to ride on once in awhile when he came home from work.
He said it was a purebread bike. Okay. Then he asked what had happened to the bike. Now, I don't know about you, but I don't remember a great deal about 1968. For christ sake, I was only 5 then, barely big enough to ride on the back! I told him I'd ask my dad next time we talked.
So yesterday I called Dad and when I asked him about the bike I was a little blown away. He got all lit up over it. He knew where and when he bought it, the manufacturer, year and model. What extra stuff it had, engine size, and where it eventually went. Apparently it was a touchy bike and he had decided to "fix" it. After he had it in a million parts he realized he needed help, so he put it in boxes and took it to a shop in the east bay. After months of trying to find parts he eventually just signed over the pink slip and bought a "new" 1969 british bike.
I texted/talked to Victor later last night and he was listening with rapped attention. I was getting a little weirded out on how much draw this bike had on him. He was going on about how they only made a couple hundred of them and that he hoped it would be at the bike show in March. What?!! Apparently if it was still in the bay area and restored there's some sort of bike show that it might be at, complete with histories. In a very smart move he said that he should take me to the show. Whew! So I guess that means he likes me enough to include me in his biker show fun.
So ........... moral of the story. Once a biker chick, always a biker chick? Or dating someone just like daddy? IDK I just hope Victor likes me a little more than my Dad should the opportunity for them to meet ever happen.
