Friday, 28 August 2009

The Old School Bomb

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.

No longer is the Machinist sorrowful and longing! His patience over the years of raising his family has been rewarded and tucked away, under a protective sheet in a dark corner of the Workshop, the (now) old-school Yamaha awaits his dedication to revamp and custom build.  Just the presence of the Yamaha and what he can do to it fills the Machinist with great satisfaction ....

4 comments:

Housewife Savant said...

Ooooo.... It's like me, when there's a chocolate cake on the counter, except the Machinist won't eat the whole thing in a single sitting.

I JUST told Mr. today that he needs to see a certain motorcycle that's for sale by our Dolls' school. He had one like it in The Day, and I know the spark is still there.

Men and their toys...

willow said...

Sounds like one happy machinist.

Bill Stankus said...

Ah, and partially obscured by the bike is a nice assortment of hammers and peens!

geraldgee said...

I also owned an XT over here in the UK.And of all my bikes it gave me the most enjoyment