I can't wear a black jacket and boots with the shaved head - too many memories of skinheads in Vancouver in the late '70's and early '80's when I was in high school there - when dressed as I often do, I look like a neo-facist white supremacist ska-boy, a look I am not enthusiastic about. Also, when it rains, it's very like standing under a cold shower... another thing I am not enthusiastic about.
I bought a bunch of old Moto Guzzi parts in a desert town called 29 Palms - a whole truck full - and afterwards drove to Long Beach and sold a portion of what I had, mostly for Eldorado and Ambassador models, to a dealer there. So I kept another motor and transmission, swingarm and final drive for my current bike, and a bunch of loosely associated parts. I was going to buy a truly different model, an '85 LeMans, which is the opposite of mine, with big valves, big carbs, big domed pistons, a big cam that probably would have run like crap under 4500 rpm, plus a bunch a tasteless bodywork, but since the guy who had that sold it the day before I left PG, I ended up renewing my vows to the one I already have. Speaking of beer, while I was at the dealer in Long Beach, Moto Guzzi Classics, a guy from Vancouver called wanting a cylinder head for his Eldorado, and since I was there, and the guy who runs the place said as far as he knew, no Canadian who was planning to drive home to Canada had ever been in his place before, he thought fate had decreed I should carry the head home with me - which I did. Eric, the customer, met me in Bellingham 2 nights later to pick it up. This was arranged as a beer-for-services type of deal between Eric and the dealer but nobody checked with the carrier...
