It is done. There is no turning back.
Bengt Phorqs -on hand in an attempt to keep me rational; plus his opinion is highly valued, my bride Lynn and I rendezvoused with an anxious seller just after noon this Sunday.
Closed the deal, suited up with ATGATT and headed north for home. I asked the seller if there was sufficient fuel for a thirty-five mile ride. He casually glanced at the trip odometer and said, "The reserve position is straight down."
That dog started barking just as I spotted an interstate off ramp and an Exxon station. Whew!
It's a beautiful thing. No buzz through the bars, footpegs, nor in the mirrors. The sound generated by the 120 degree Triumph Triple crankshaft firing order is like no other.
Alas, one of the R65s must go to gain some room in the shop. I'll deal with that issue next Spring.
