Many years ago I spent a Winter beating on a 2004 955 Triumph Sprint RS and went through it stem to stern, upgraded stuff, added hard luggage, got it where it should be and then stupidly sold it to a fellow in Texas named Hap.
His girlfriend sat on it and said, "FINALLY!"
We became friends and he has a fairly extensive motorcycle collection, he's been riding and buying and selling bikes for probably 60 years now.
Once he rode the bike I sold him he pretty much parked all of the other ones.
I hadn't heard from him since the pandemic hit and became concerned so I tracked him down last night.
He was still kicking but had some other really serious health problems but got it licked.
During the course of the conversation I somehow managed to buy TWO motorcycles from him, both Triumph 955 Sprints in need of the tender ministrations of The Magic Hammer.
One belongs to a mutual friend who is no longer amongst the living and he said he wanted it to go to someone special, one his grandson crashed while being a young idiot.
He said I'll tell you what, I'll give you the other one (the grandson's victim) for the cost of shipping.
That should keep me out of mischief!
Here's the black one I finished up for him, we'll see if I can't get these other two to turn out as well.
