Great shot! Someday, I dream that a bored little boy who hasn't even been born yet will find his way to my dusty garage, pull back a sheet and discover: "What's THIS?" Oh, my widow will reply, that's your grandfather's old motorcycle. He loved that thing; wouldn't sell it for anything, even after the operation. I suppose it's just junk now..." But little does she know... etc. etc. It's a form of immortality, I suppose.
Thanks David. Have you written any books? I'd read 'em in a heartbeat.