I met Fran for the first time, on the back of my Van, one bloody rainy November afternoon. Sitting there, I explained the plans about transforming a Loser SR250, (down in pieces scattered on the van’s floor) into a Winning, low & mean, motorcycle. He believed in me and the project since minute 1, and after looking at some drawings and photos on my laptop, jumped & shouted: I’m in!
Many miles have gone passed these months, but I’m certain that the crazy, heavy metal, basterd I met that glorious afternoon has became a life pal.
This in on you mate! It wouldn’t have been possible without you!
PS: How many 36 year olds do you know that carry a sling on their pocket daily??!!
>ohhhh, qué bonito!