Fatfatboy wrote
Beautiful, man.
I fluttered over #110 Guzzi while the team of two guys working on it stuffed some track food into their faces.
(Individually. Not into each-others' faces... Not that there's anything wrong with feeding your good racing pal, in the evening, with your own greasy hands, out here, in the rice country of the Sacramento Valley, so close to The Coast yet so close to the Midwest at the same time.... but I just want to clarify any misconceptions anyone may get from my language)
"I love seeing your bike out there! What year is it?"
"It's really hard to say..."
"90s?"
"Ahhh... It's... just a bunch of stuff thrown together..."
"Well I really dig it. Always wanted one, and yours sounds fantastic."
"Thanks! I hope we get it together."
It slowed and stopped on the back of the course in the race.
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