On Father's Day, my brother shared this old photo of our dad astride his 1974 TY250, a relatively low production Yamaha trials bike. A guy named Marcus way out in Washington saw it and chimed in to say that he'd just purchased one. Anyway, time passed and Marcus was ready to sell. He gave my brother first dibs AND sold it for what he gave to encourage the bike went to our pops. (Thanks, Marcus dude!) Michael did all the scheming- bought the bike, found a guy to transport it, and called to share the excitement. I didn't skip a beat to say HECK YES, I'll take on the shipping. Sweetest M... to let my sis and I in on the fun. He's such a gem.
The bike arrived last night. I attended via Facetime and my sister shared a video of the whole shebang. "What's all this mystery shit?" Good question, dad.