For those who don't care for choppers, feel free to scroll on to the next photo.
A client brought me this hardly-rolling hulk of an old '53 Triumph T110 Thunderbird 650 chopper, with nothing but disintegrated gears and rust in the transmission, no clutch at all, and the rest as you see here. He handed me a huge roll of mostly 20$ with a few 100$, and said to call him whenever that money ran out, and he'd bring me more.
Freddy became a close friend until his death a few years alter, we were both Navy vets, skinny, with scraggly beards, liked old bikes, and had sons in the Army. He made several more payments in large wads of cash, I didn't ask any questions. Every time he'd come over, we'd go have coffee; I'd often lend him Sally's '02 New Bonnie to ride, he got to liking that bike. After the first time, he'd ALWAYS ask Sally if she wanted to sell it, and she always said "No, thanx".
Apart from my paint design, which I named "Red-Winged BlackBird", he chose all the detail features including chrome springer fork, solo saddle, alloy risers with "ape-hangar" bars, whitewall rear tire, spool front hub, cruiser pegs, and straight pipes. He was blown away the day he came to pick it up, smiling a mile wide. But the story takes a turn at that moment...
Freddy had a rough life. He had heart surgery, one kidney, been stabbed very badly in the stomach, drank hard, smoked, etc. When he went to kickstart it the first time, he didn't weigh enough to get even one full rev out of the crank. He couldn't start the bike, period. BUT, his son was with him (to help load the bike on the trailer), so he took one stab and it roared to life instantly! Freedy's smile returned, even wider! He jumped on the bike and TOOK OFF down my driveway, spraying pebbles everywhere, and almost tossing it as he turned onto the main road! He gave it FULL GUNS down the street, and we could hear him cruising through the neighborhood whacking the throttle at every stop sign, till he returned a few minutes later with his tongue hanging out, laughing as hard as I'd ever seen him.
Over the next two years, his son would start it for him and they'd go riding almost every day. Sometimes, he'd take out his old Harley with E-start if his son wasn't home.
Then one day he dropped in for coffee and he "laid it on me". He really couldn't handle the old chopper any more, and he sure wanted Sally's Bonnie. It so happened that Sally had very recently delivered our daughter and she had stopped riding altogether. As it was she'd had taken to riding my '00 Legend 900 triple more often that riding her Bonnie. Freddy wanted to trade the chopper for Sally's bonnie, but he and i both knew the chopper was a worth a whole lot more. I got Sally's OK to proceed, then it came time to settle the balance! hee hee We sat down in my little office with cups of coffee, and he said he wanted my 12 gage Wingmaster shotgun. So, I googled up the value, and we deducted that amount. Then, he said he needed to pay off his tires & rims (I didn't even know they sold them on payment plans), so we drove down and took care of that. Next, he wanted a rear bumper for his truck, so I picked up the phone and found one; I did most of the work and we swapped it out. That made us even, and we unloaded the chopper, then loaded the Bonnie up on his truck.
I sold the chopper not long afterwards, looking a little more to my liking with drag bars...
This story is getting long, so I'll cut out the sad part about Freddy having a bad crash on his HD, and dying less than a year later. His son had me "wake up" the Bonnie every year (he never rode it), then finally agreed to sell it back to me VERY cheaply, apparently Freddy wanted me to have it back when the time came. I kept it a couple of years then sold it on...