Originally Posted by
hooligan
And, since it was fathers day recently, a story about my Dad.
He died when I was 4. This is not the point of the story.
In the background of the pic, there is a big silver drawer unit. That was my dads tool chest. It's not actually a tool chest, its a file card drawer from a library or office or something, but it's 40 or 50 years old, and still looks the same as my childhood memories.
Now its full of my random shit, instead of his random shit.
He rode as well (he owned a black shadow, and my uncle had a rapide). He'd be proud that i love bikes, but embarrassed by my half arsed workmanship - he looked after the diesel engines in merchant ships before he came out to aus.