Subject: Something about Guzzi - Why each day is more fun
Author: Rich Zink
Date: Oct 20, 2000, 8:35 AM
Post ID: 1703406176
So I get home from work and at about 04:15 the phone rings, my wife
answers and informs me that she thinks it is my dentist. Oh they called
yesterday also she says. The receptionist asks me if I plan to make my 04:00
appointment for cleaning. I had no reminder of this date but aha, the light
goes off in my head, good excuse for a little ride. I will be down in 5
minutes I say. The keys were in my pocket so I tell my wife I'm going to
take Sophia. "She, I mean it, has a name now!?", my wife exclaims. Just
trying it out I tell her and head for the garage, put my helmet on, fire the
Ambassador up and ride the five blocks down the hill to the little village
shopping center where the dentist's office is. This is where it starts.
First this little teenage blond walks bye and exclaims 'pretty bike'. Note
to self 'where were girls that look like this when I was 17?'. I head up to
the office and was greeted by Jim (my dentist) at the door. "I didn't know
you rode", he said, "I have a first year BMW R90S but always loved those old
Ambassadors and Eldorados. I saw you ride in and thought, man that's a cool
old bike".
Teeth clean and I head out warm in the knowledge that I can go put a few
miles on and chalk it up to the cleaning running late. As I get to the bike
and get ready to go a very nice looking woman in an SUV slows down to a
crawl checks the bike out and smiles (and not for some grey haired guy with
scruffy facial hair I tell myself). So I putt down to the marina nearby and
then head home the long way. A couple blocks from home I see a friend and
slow down. One of the local Harley only guys is standing on the curb and
takes a second look and exclaims "Nice bike, dude! (dude, what is with that
word)" . I continue and stop above my house at my shadetree mechanic
neighbor's house. He had taken his motor home back to Ohio for four months,
came back two days ago and has brought a corvair powered Dune buggy back
with him. So I stop and check it out. He wants to know "When did you get the
Harley?" (He is not a bike guy but Is that good or bad? Oh well I'll take it
as a positive reaction). I proceed to politely correct him and explain what
it is. So he checks it out and is intrigued at the way it is built, asks
questions about this and that. I leave and coast two doors down the hill to
my driveway with a big grin on my face and decide that Sophia needs a
reward. So I put another (must be about 30 now) coat of wax on the tank.
My wife wants to know what took so long, then figures it out and just shakes
her head with this "your such a little boy" smile on her face that she gets.
She doesn't understand. Yes it was a short but sweet afternoon yesterday,
but after 4 months of ownership I finally understand.
Rich