...I was helping my friend Jared with his '79 Honda CB750 that practically blew up on the freeway. It was sitting in my garage and I wanted to help. But how?
There's a man who lives across the street from me named Terri (I will talk about him later). I had seen him working on his 4 wheeler and I figured I'd ask him if he knew anything about working on motorcycles since I knew nothing and since Jared's motorcycle was in serious need of someone who knew more about motorcycles than I did. Here's roughly how the conversation went with my neighbor: "Hi, Terri". "Hello", he replied in sort of a sing-songy way I've since grown accustomed to. "Do you know anything about motorcycles?", I asked. "A little", he replied. "Well," I proceeded, "My friend's bike is in my garage and I'm not sure what to do." He looked across the street at my garage, "You mean that 1979 Honda CB 750?" Terri's one of those guys who enjoys stringing people along for his own amusement. It's mostly harmless. Terri is also one of those guys who was a motorcycle mechanic for decades and taught at the motorcycle mechanic institute. Needless to say, he helped us fix the CB750.
He also sold me a piece of junk motorcycle he had sitting in his back yard for years. I told him I've always wanted to restore an old bike and he said he just might have what I was looking for. He was right.
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