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Was traveling over a year ago I ran across a NOS lugged masterpiece in a small shop. They have a reputation for high-end-only and open just 3 days a week. I'd wanted to stop there for awhile and could not believe what I found in his out-of-the-way corner window . . . the Italian I can never hope to ride . . . the stuff my dreams are made of!
The owner saw me transfixed, walked over & says, "yeah, had that a long time & need to sell it. . .I'll make you a heluva deal." The price he named was painful to hear. . . still, beyond my means. I pried myself free and moved on.
Over the next year I kept that frame tucked in the back of my mind. I kept telling my wife, "you know, I'll bet if I walked in with cash . . ." But the reality is I drive a Honda and to dream of a Ferrari or Alpha Romeo. . .well, I can dream, right? (And of course we'd previously had the "this is the last bike, right?" conversation)
In August this year my wife & I were on the road and I convinced her to detour just to see if it was still there. As we rolled up - GASP! IT WAS GONE!. We went in anyway and . . . the owner had moved it directly in front of the cash stand. Oh the agony to hear him say, "yeah, I'm going to get that one sold . . . make you a good deal!"
Ok, you know where the story is going! We had "The Conversation" again ("this is the last bike, right?") . . . and this time a directive: sell stuff, get the money first.
It took SIX WEEKS and I lived the definition of expressions like "pins & needles," "sweating bullets," . . . Instead of that frame whispering in my dreams, the owners words haunted my nightmares, "I'm going to get that one sold!" No lie, my hands shook a bit when I dial the phone 2 weeks ago to see if it was still there. The answer was yes and we made the deal. Thursday I drove over and picked it up. The wait, the dreams, the emotion . . . I have my "lifetime frame" YMMV
The owner saw me transfixed, walked over & says, "yeah, had that a long time & need to sell it. . .I'll make you a heluva deal." The price he named was painful to hear. . . still, beyond my means. I pried myself free and moved on.
Over the next year I kept that frame tucked in the back of my mind. I kept telling my wife, "you know, I'll bet if I walked in with cash . . ." But the reality is I drive a Honda and to dream of a Ferrari or Alpha Romeo. . .well, I can dream, right? (And of course we'd previously had the "this is the last bike, right?" conversation)
In August this year my wife & I were on the road and I convinced her to detour just to see if it was still there. As we rolled up - GASP! IT WAS GONE!. We went in anyway and . . . the owner had moved it directly in front of the cash stand. Oh the agony to hear him say, "yeah, I'm going to get that one sold . . . make you a good deal!"
Ok, you know where the story is going! We had "The Conversation" again ("this is the last bike, right?") . . . and this time a directive: sell stuff, get the money first.
It took SIX WEEKS and I lived the definition of expressions like "pins & needles," "sweating bullets," . . . Instead of that frame whispering in my dreams, the owners words haunted my nightmares, "I'm going to get that one sold!" No lie, my hands shook a bit when I dial the phone 2 weeks ago to see if it was still there. The answer was yes and we made the deal. Thursday I drove over and picked it up. The wait, the dreams, the emotion . . . I have my "lifetime frame" YMMV