So--the second thing that delayed me from starting painting the A75RV-------
In the words of the old late British comedian Max Bygraves--- I will tell you a stttttory!
In this part of northern New jersey there is an old fashioned diner called Rutts Hut.
It was founded in 1928 and its speciality dish is a deep fried hot dog called the Rutts Ripper.
This is in the top ten of hot dogs in US.
It is old fashioned in that they do not accept checks or credit cards--- cash only.
Well on Wednesday evenings in the summer bikers meet at Rutts.
One evening in June some friends and I organize an "Old Bike Night"---for details see the Events board.
This has become pretty popular-- last year we had almost 100 entries with about 1000 spectators bikes and about 1500 people attending.
But--- I digress from my digression----
Going back at least as far as 2010 one of the guys who turned up always came in a beat up old Oldsmobile.
For the sake of the story let us call him Paul (mainly because his name is Paul).
Paul talked in terms of his classic car-- a Pontiac GTO and his garage of bikes including a nice BSA.
No one had ever seen either the car or the bikes.
Now Paul was getting on in years so I teased Paul about selling his BSA to me.
He always avoided a straight answer.
So one evening at Rutts I took out one of my motorcycle business cards (which says that I collect and restore British motorcycles including Triumph, Vincent
, BSA ,Matchless etc etc) and gave it to him saying "If you change your mind call me-- the number is on the card".
We last saw Paul at Rutts in 2018.
In 2019 he did not show. One of the guys had a phone number for him and we tried to call him on numerous occasions -- but no answer.
We knew the town where he lived but did not have an address so-- a dead end.
Then came Covid and for 2020 and 2021 the Wednesday evening meets did not happen.
They recommenced last year but-- again-- no Paul.
We tried calling him again but -- again-- no replies.
Next thing that happened was that about two weeks ago I had a phone call out of the blue.
The caller was a female lawyer from a nearby town.
"Are you Richard Beard?" she asked. "Yes" I replied.
"Do you buy BSA motorcycles?" she asked. "Well-- it has been known" I replied.
Turned out that the law firm is representing a nursing home who are charged with disposing of Pauls possessions.
She had found my business card in Paul's stuff and not knowing how to go about selling old cars and bikes had decided to call me.
She told me the story.
In 2019 Paul had a massive heart attack. He survived it but they inserted 5 stents and two electronic devices in his chest.
During the heart attack his brain was starved of oxygen and his memory was wiped out.
He is totally unable to look after himself, can only walk with the aid of a walker and now lives in a nursing homewhere he will be for the rest of his days.
The lawyer said "we have to dispose of his apartment and his two cars and 5 bikes"--- "can you help?"
I said that I would help by taking an inventory of the vehicles and giving a valuation so that they could be sold.
The lawyer asked what fee I would charge to which I said "nothing--- to help a friend one does not think of money"
So I met with the lawyer at Pauls apartment which had a lock up garage in the parking lot.