The next day was cooler and showery and I went riding mountain bicycles with another neighbor, Cheryl, and her dog, in Cockaponset State Forest.
Sunday, we went to the British Iron Association breakfast at Pete and Sandy Swider's house in Salem. My old sparing partner, Phil Turkington, was one of the dozen or so who showed up. Phil and I had many dustups in 250GP races, he on his Bultaco, me on my CRTT. A few years ago, he badly broke his femur and quit racing, but still rides vintage bikes on the street. It was good catching up with him. And it was good hearing Ad Coppens' classic immigrant story. He arrive in the U.S. from Holland with $28 in his pocket, knowing no one and little English. He worked three jobs, built up some capital, and started a tire business, importing and exporting tires to Europe. Eventually, he sold out and started doing what he really loves, restoring AJS and Matchless and supplying part for them from his shop in Salem.
Back in Haddam, Doug took out his '64 260 Benelli and I fired up the Airone and went for a 10 mile burn up, then dumped the fuel and oil to put them away for the winter.
|Doug returns from warming up the oil in his Benelli|
|Ya own a Guzzi and ya live under it. Amy Roper photo.|
|Amy's CL 350 Honda goes in first.|
|The 175 CZ goes down.|
|Amy receies the Norton Electra|
|Doug lifts his Benelli|
|My Airone being lowered|
|We saved the biggest for last. Amy reaches for her 2016 V7 II|