I had a business lunch yesterday (yes, on a Saturday) in a neighborhood diner. I didn't know this guy well, and bikes weren't on the discussion menu. I'd ridden my bike to the diner. When we left the diner, I went to my America at the curb. "You have a Triumph," he said. "I just got one given to me." No kiddin', I said. What is it? I think he said it was a 1969 Trophy, a 500-cc, single carb bike that sat in a garage for a long, long time. He said it has 11,000 miles on it and it's now in a shop for rebuilding. We talked bikes for about 10 minutes, and that was way more interesting than our business discussion. Maybe I've found a Trumpy riding partner.
Jeff
