HERMIT, THANKS FOR BEING ONE OF THE DISCERNING PSYCHOTICS GUILD MATE, AND FOR YOUR INSIGHTFUL AND VALUED CONTRIBUTIONS TO MINE AND MANY OTHERS BLOGS . . . . CHEERS BUDDY, MUCH RESPECT. [THE S3 PICTURED BELOW IS NOT MATT'S BIKE . . . . BUT IT IS COOL]
THE FOLLOWING TRANSCRIPT IS IN HERMIT'S WORDS VERBATIM . . . .
"My good friend Bruce is a Guzzi freak, he has several in his stable including one with a torque converter style no-shift trans.
I asked him how he got interested in Guzzis, and he said he owed it all to his uncle Wayne. He asked if I wanted to ride over to Wayne's place to see some old Guzzis. I said 'Hell yeah !!'
Uncle Wayne is in his eighties, but still a hardcore badass. He once refused to talk to Bruce for over a year because Bruce lost a hard-to-find spring on a Guzzi carb.
Bruce introduced me, and Wayne grunted something, then looked at my rigid Sportie with disdain.
'He hates Harleys' Bruce informed me.
Wayne had a garage full of Guzzi's in various states of repair, mostly with side hacks because his legs are bad and he can't ride on two wheels anymore.
After a while, Wayne warmed up a little, but it was obvious he would never fully trust a Harley rider, especially one stupid enough to pull an engine from a perfectly good swingarm frame and put it in a rigid.
Wayne finally got a smile on his face when we started talking about his beloved Indian motorcycles. The beer flowed and Wayne's stories about post-war cars and bikes were incredible. Drag racing in the street, hopped up motors, broken bones and brushes with the law. I wish I could have taped the conversation.
Wayne used to run around with Rollie Free, another Indian rider, when Free owned a shop in Indianapolis right after the war.
When Indian went under, Wayne couldn't bring himself to switch to Milwaukee iron so he started riding Guzzis, and still does to this day."
THE FOLLOWING TRANSCRIPT IS IN HERMIT'S WORDS VERBATIM . . . .
"My good friend Bruce is a Guzzi freak, he has several in his stable including one with a torque converter style no-shift trans.
I asked him how he got interested in Guzzis, and he said he owed it all to his uncle Wayne. He asked if I wanted to ride over to Wayne's place to see some old Guzzis. I said 'Hell yeah !!'
Uncle Wayne is in his eighties, but still a hardcore badass. He once refused to talk to Bruce for over a year because Bruce lost a hard-to-find spring on a Guzzi carb.
'He hates Harleys' Bruce informed me.
Wayne had a garage full of Guzzi's in various states of repair, mostly with side hacks because his legs are bad and he can't ride on two wheels anymore.
After a while, Wayne warmed up a little, but it was obvious he would never fully trust a Harley rider, especially one stupid enough to pull an engine from a perfectly good swingarm frame and put it in a rigid.
Wayne finally got a smile on his face when we started talking about his beloved Indian motorcycles. The beer flowed and Wayne's stories about post-war cars and bikes were incredible. Drag racing in the street, hopped up motors, broken bones and brushes with the law. I wish I could have taped the conversation.
Wayne used to run around with Rollie Free, another Indian rider, when Free owned a shop in Indianapolis right after the war.
When Indian went under, Wayne couldn't bring himself to switch to Milwaukee iron so he started riding Guzzis, and still does to this day."
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