Rust In Peace
In West Central Illinois there is a motorcycle dealership that for many years has used this old bread delivery truck as a billboard advertising the brands they are known for. The words Triumph and Moto Guzzi are still faintly visible on the rusting sides as the tall brome grass and wild morning glory attempt to regain the spot for nature. A cornfield in the background makes the perfect backdrop for the rusting billboard. Years ago I owned motorcycles from both of these famous classic marques. Both brands were filled with character and were an exceeding joy to ride but unfortunately neither was particularly reliable mechanically speaking. Finding a reliable mechanic for either brand was essential. One was willing to drive a hundred miles if necessary to access one. I always kept a Honda on hand to ride when the others were in the shop which was quite often. Dealerships like this one were kept busy keeping the devotees of these brands on the road. The Honda didn’t have much flavor. It was the vanilla ice cream of the motorcycle world but hey, it always got you there and back. Other bikers often derided me for riding a “ rice burner,” but I couldn’t help but notice that the odometer on my Honda had ten times as many miles logged on it as the more cool brands my detractors were riding. They looked really good sitting still at the parking lot of the biker bars they frequented though! To each his own.
Rust In Peace
In West Central Illinois there is a motorcycle dealership that for many years has used this old bread delivery truck as a billboard advertising the brands they are known for. The words Triumph and Moto Guzzi are still faintly visible on the rusting sides as the tall brome grass and wild morning glory attempt to regain the spot for nature. A cornfield in the background makes the perfect backdrop for the rusting billboard. Years ago I owned motorcycles from both of these famous classic marques. Both brands were filled with character and were an exceeding joy to ride but unfortunately neither was particularly reliable mechanically speaking. Finding a reliable mechanic for either brand was essential. One was willing to drive a hundred miles if necessary to access one. I always kept a Honda on hand to ride when the others were in the shop which was quite often. Dealerships like this one were kept busy keeping the devotees of these brands on the road. The Honda didn’t have much flavor. It was the vanilla ice cream of the motorcycle world but hey, it always got you there and back. Other bikers often derided me for riding a “ rice burner,” but I couldn’t help but notice that the odometer on my Honda had ten times as many miles logged on it as the more cool brands my detractors were riding. They looked really good sitting still at the parking lot of the biker bars they frequented though! To each his own.