Betty - A 1974 Kawasaki 90cc little vixen of a motorcycle I bought for a mere $60 at the Pasadena Fleemarket this fall. I spotted her from the parking lot. Barely visible among the piles of heavily used leather jackets and old canvas bags that dangled from her handle bars. Almost as if she was calling me to her rescue. Tired of being a coat-rack and longing to feel the road beneath, as she did 35 years ago. Bargaining like an Arab camel trader, with a Mexican used-shoe salesman, who thought he was convincing me that it started and ran... I smirked and pointed to the single bare wire wrapped around the cracked sparkplug that jutted out of the grimy engine, the wire harness that appeared to be chewed on and several voids where obvious missing pieces had once been. I asked what year it was, as I kicked the gear change pedal that swung pendulously around the stripped shaft. I only got a little giggle out the shoe salesman, grinning at me from under his cowboy hat with the 3 visible teeth he had. Since I had spent all my cash earlier that day on fixings for my new place, I had to convince my better half to front the $60 for the pile of spray-painted, rusty metal that smelled of stale gasoline.... she didn't hesitate. Lauren could see the gleam in my eye as I fantasized. The nostalgia evoked from it's retro outline was almost like a time machine to an era my parents reminisced so fondly about. She got the picture and was instantly seduced by Betty's mysteriousness. Before I let rational thought override my impulses, I handed over the cash and was pushing her towards the lot. 3 separate guys stopped me on the way to ask about. "That thing is such a dude-magnet" Lauren laughs... yeah exactly what I'm going for... "Do you know how to fix this thing up?" Sure... Can't be that hard right?
I wonder what it will look like with a surf rack on the side?
The frame barely fits in the 4Runner and we're off for the gas-fume-filled hour ride back home.
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