Actually, she's a pistol. She and my dad rode back in the 40s and 50s. She wasn't content to ride pillion with him, cuz he rode "like an old lady!"
So she talked my uncle (dad's brother, the motorcycle mechanic) into cobbling together a bobber for her from an old Indian. According to them she was a go-fast terror on two wheels. -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Nighthawk Motorcycle Lovers!" group. To post to this group, send email to [email protected]. To unsubscribe from this group, send email to [email protected]. For more options, visit this group at http://groups.google.com/group/nighthawk_lovers?hl=en.
