Thursday, September 5, 2013

Too Late To Not Ride Coat Tails Now, I Suppose...

Seems I've been forced into updating this thing. Further seems trying to maintain a level of anonymity for my (for real) rock star landlords may be at an end, but a nod is in order.  I'll give it a go: left to right surnames rhyme with "Bent" and "Burst", which also used to describe the CB500T ("Brown Thunder") they own pictured at left. When purchased a couple years ago, I got it running and safe and soon after split Charleston to chase a dream. When I returned that bike had fallen in disrepair 'cause they are constantly out chasing theirs on the road. In the brief periods of the band whose third word rhymes with "Hope"'s down time this summer we've made it a reliable runner. And got to be friends. They provided me with a place to turn wrenches on these old beasts, and I'm grateful for both.