This "new bike" deal has some unusual twists as to how it came into my possession. I plan a full story later but for now...
The previous owner, Steve BECK, was a good friend, weekend riding buddy and, for awhile, a school district co-worker of mine.
Steve was 55 years old when he suffered a massive heart attack and passed away on 03 JUNE of this year. His long-time partner, Melinda, became the executor of his estate. On 30 AUG, Melinda offered me first refusal on the purchase of the R100S from Steve's estate. Buying the bike was a no-brainer. I will remember Steve every time the wheels roll on his R100S. I feel like I'm simply the caretaker.
Today, I registered the bike at the tax office and secured a new Texas Antique Motorcycle license plate. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up when the clerk handed me the license plate.
The first three letters on the tag are B C K.
To my way of thinking, that spells BECK. Kinda spooky, in a good sorta way.
