The B+B folks arranged for us to have a look at their neighbor's bikes. We had no idea what a treat we were in for. David came out and said, "All right then, let's have a look."
We walked in and he introduced us to his asisstant, Allen. Allen barely looked up from the piece of metal he was tooling. I have no idea what he was making on the lathe but he was checking his work with a micrometer.
David spoke a little about the bike currently sitting on the motorcycle lift, a 1901 something or other, then he took us into the other room. Old bikes packed and stacked everywhere. This is a 1903, this is a 1911, there are only three of these, one of these, one of these, etc.
After he'd answered all of our questions about the bikes he said, "Would you like to see a few more?" Of course we said yes and he opened a side door on the shed and we walked out into the drizzle. I noticed a turn of the century motorbike next to the riding lawnmower, but that wasn't what he had in mind.
He opened the door and bright light spilled out, angels began to sing and I realized that the other room had just been a setup for these bikes, his pride and joy.
Day seven. TRAGEDY STRIKES.
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