... is another mans.... um.... treasure? 
Got a text from @RustiePyles this morning....
Here's the Facebook ad.
Guy didn't know anything about it.... was his Dads... he's clueless.
He called me back about 2. The other two guys passed on it. Jumped in the truck and headed down to the part of town you try not to be in when night falls. Place is kinda creepy. Down a back alley barely wide enough for the truck. Weeds are so overgrown we have to stomp around both sides before we can get the gate open. Trip to the back door woulda been easier with a machete. Back door had 2 of 3 hinges rusted in two.... a wrestling match. House is 19th century brick with stone and dirt floors. Down 4 steps and a hard right. down 4 more steps and a hard left. More steps to the basement. No window, no lights... hell, no electricity.... cell phone lights it is. Dirt floor leads to the back wall where the bike is. Mind you, his Facebook pic didn't show the mounds of junk requiring removal just to get a hand on the bike.
Venancio turns out to be a heck of a nice guy. His Dad passed away 15yrs ago. He finally decided it was time to clear the place out and put it up for sale. He said he offered the bike free to the previous two lookers if they'd just help him get it out of the basement. They both passed... lightweights.
Anyway, I'm rambling here.... It's not the RD350 I was hoping it was. It's a '73 RD200. Major missing bits are the rear wheel, the carbs, clocks and the pipes. Now, what the hell am I gonna do with my new "treasure"...

Got a text from @RustiePyles this morning....
Here's the Facebook ad.
Guy didn't know anything about it.... was his Dads... he's clueless.
He called me back about 2. The other two guys passed on it. Jumped in the truck and headed down to the part of town you try not to be in when night falls. Place is kinda creepy. Down a back alley barely wide enough for the truck. Weeds are so overgrown we have to stomp around both sides before we can get the gate open. Trip to the back door woulda been easier with a machete. Back door had 2 of 3 hinges rusted in two.... a wrestling match. House is 19th century brick with stone and dirt floors. Down 4 steps and a hard right. down 4 more steps and a hard left. More steps to the basement. No window, no lights... hell, no electricity.... cell phone lights it is. Dirt floor leads to the back wall where the bike is. Mind you, his Facebook pic didn't show the mounds of junk requiring removal just to get a hand on the bike.
Venancio turns out to be a heck of a nice guy. His Dad passed away 15yrs ago. He finally decided it was time to clear the place out and put it up for sale. He said he offered the bike free to the previous two lookers if they'd just help him get it out of the basement. They both passed... lightweights.

Anyway, I'm rambling here.... It's not the RD350 I was hoping it was. It's a '73 RD200. Major missing bits are the rear wheel, the carbs, clocks and the pipes. Now, what the hell am I gonna do with my new "treasure"...

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