Was unloading gasoline one day, in Breezewood Pa, stood looking a a bike.
It was old and hard used, canteen holders riveted to the forks,
A belt run GM alternator rigged on it. Can't remember other details other than it was
dirty and flat black, rigid frame. It was neat.
Immediately saw the rider inside, so I walked over and struck up a conversation.
Commented on how I liked his bike, and it was obvious that he actually rode the thing,
And enjoyed it. Not just a status thing to show off.
Anyway, he was from South Florida, on his way to Sturgis.
That's a long way on a rigid!
