I love when people recognize your bike and want to share their story's of owning them.
The best for me and will remain with me for ever was from BoBo Bennideti. BoBo was a mid 80's year old man who owned a family ran sub shop in my neighborhood for well almost 80 years.
He had slipped into bad health and suffered from all timers and was more of a daily fixture for the store more then the sharp witted man that new everyone's name and the sub you desired before you ordered it.
The first time i pulled up on my passport. He jumped from his stool in the front window made his way out front and had t see my bike.
With the biggest smile on his face he asked if he may sit on my bike. He began to tell me about his from the 60's.
The Cub was his first and only two wheeled experience. He loved that bike and drove it every where. He would even drive it to his Sub Shop in the winter "back in those days I could leave it out front all day unlocked with out any worry".
Those ten minutes spent talking with him and hearing his story was not only a great experience for me but also for his family that had not seen him that coherent in a long time.
BoBo just passed away last year, But the image of a mid 80's man sitting on my bike with the biggest smile is still in my head like it had just happened today.