I guess it was 20 yrs ago...maybe as early as 81, but no later than '84. I was outside Barry Higgins' shop in Mableton, Ga ( he moved out to Douglasville many yrs later) - chewing the fat with Barry, gleefully overstating the details of the bike trip to the Rockies I'd just returned from. And then it happened. I would not have believed it unless I'd seen it. Even to this day, maybe I think I dreamed it: some bonehead on a Yamaha cruiser wobbled up, chain dangling as low as I'd ever seen. He stops, turns off his engine and says, "hey, man...can you adjust my chain? I'll pay you".
The mind boggles. They are out there and they need help! But are they worth redeeming?
The mind boggles. They are out there and they need help! But are they worth redeeming?