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As the proverb says, "When the Lord closes a window, He opens a door." So just as we learn that the Benelli we sought (or were merely intrigued with) turns out to be the wrong one, a neighbor comes over and turns me on to a pair of BSA twins, DOM 1957 and 1967. These are the closest thing I expect to find to a "barn find," the bikes having been passed from the widow of a retired firefighter to another retired firefighter, and perhaps to the neighbor of yet another retired firefighter (me).
Needless to say I am researching the merits and demerits(?) of unit versus pre-unit BSA's. I can already see my friend Colleen rolling her budding pharmacist eyes at the very thought. . .
Posted by Underblog at August 4, 2008 2:49 PM
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