We got to talking below about the dude on the 125 Bultaco who was a bit ... different.

There used to be a guy in the Virginia British Motorcycle Club named Rusty who was a character, in a different way.

Rusty came to all the rallies, events, and camps, but would never really talk to anyone - he'd camp in one corner of the campground and keep to himself. He was a nice guy, just quiet, and if you went over to talk to him (I'm just that way), he would answer any question about him or his bike but then the conversation would stop, and that was OK.

He rode a modified BSA Lightning wet-frame bike, la:





He rode it everywhere, like it was a Gold Wing or Electra-Glide or something. I don't know where the battery lived (I don't think it had one, just a capacitor) or what kind of wheels or front end it was, but he used to RIDE that thing.

Always interesting to meet folks like that ... He passed away unexpectedly one day, had no family but his parents, so the club made up a memorial album of photos and tributes, and his parents were real glad to get it; they had no idea he had friends that cared about him, he was so quiet and private ...

Lannis