When I sold my much loved/ridden America three years ago to a nice bloke across the river from me, I hoped I might see her on the road somewhere. But the only thing I have ever heard is that the week after I sold it to him, a sqirrel condom broke and the bike was down for a short while. I think about looking him up in the small town where he lives but I can't quite remember where in town that was. Still like to see her on the road at least once!
