roger came down and spent the night with us last night....some wine, some atlantic salmon, and lots of great conversation about bikes and the lives we choose to lead...its relaxing, and refreshing, when you can be yourself and talk about the things you love without having to hold back words.
Roger in 1971. i was 1 year old....check out roger's site...
here... full of photos of bikes .... and other beautiful things....
My shot above....Rogers shovel in the foreground ran like a top, except a mirror nut falling off.....my 74 shovel in the background on its first long run in my hands.....ran like sweet big twin...80 cubes and 6 speeds = very good.....but my arms, and my groin and legs from those bars and pedals = tired son of a bitch.
Rogers shots above, can you tell who is the photographer?!?!.......
i lost kickstand spring, and seat bolt...but gained speedo for half hour.
(rode home with two rossis, one sok, and a snodgrass)....my life is good.