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Like to see it no matter the shape. Old memories. I was on patrol one day and spotted a K1 out of the corner of my eye in a open garage. Had to turn around for a closer look. No one around so I left. Man that brought me back. My bike was still sitting under the tree. That's when I got started on her in 12. Finally I spotted the guy that lives there and talked with him. He told me it was sold to "Motorcycle Mike." I know who he is and without asking I knew he didn't pay much for it. It was all there, the paint was fair but it wouldn't stay running. As I drove away I told myself, it was not to be. I already have a bike waiting on me. A year later, she's on the road.
Steve