So I leave work about 4am. Stop at the local quickiemart for some gas. While I'm there I see this kid I've seen in the bar. Local college kid I think, probably 21 years old....carrying a motorcycle helmet in the store....it's about 40 degrees out.
So I ask him "you riding?" he says yeah...I ask "whatcha riding" he says 1976 CB750. I'm like "no shit dude".
It's parked at one of the gas pumps...an absolutely pristine, show room condition 750 with a few cafe parts on it.
Can't wait to see him again at the bar and ask him about it. I don't know if he built it himself or not...freakin thing was beautiful though.
JohnnyB
So I ask him "you riding?" he says yeah...I ask "whatcha riding" he says 1976 CB750. I'm like "no shit dude".
It's parked at one of the gas pumps...an absolutely pristine, show room condition 750 with a few cafe parts on it.
Can't wait to see him again at the bar and ask him about it. I don't know if he built it himself or not...freakin thing was beautiful though.
JohnnyB