Roughly a half century ago some people in Milwaukee put my motorcycle together. I doubt that they would have know it would end up looking the way it does now, or that a 33 year old would love it and care for it like one of his children.
Tonight she sleeps wrapped up in a warm blanket but I promise you she will be out being loud again this summer. I will take her back to the factory to celebrate her 50 years and countless miles making riders smile when they kick her to life. I am only a keeper of this fine machine, she will live on longer than I.
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