Many years ago, in a far away land, and much to the Machinist's delight, the Machinist's wife worked for a motorbike company who specialised in Yamaha motor cycles. At the time, the Yamaha XT500 was 'the bomb' and the Machinist was determined to own The Bomb. As in all good tales, his wish came true - and for a while, the XT500 was the only means of transport for the Machinist and his wife. Until the Machinist's wife was with child and the Machinist's Ouma was so worried and insisted that her grandson obtain a vehicle for his growing family.
The Machinist loved his Yamaha XT500 so much that years later, he took it with him to the land Downunder. Due to reasons that escape the Machinist as he ponders his actions, the Yamaha was sold to another devotee and over the ensuing years the Machinist longed for his bike. He was lost without it.