His name was The Hornet...

[clyde]

Sorry,Gooey.

It was also a great BSA street bike...so it's even sadder.



kiss-kiss,hug-hug

[clyde]

I was thnking of the Lightning,although the Hornet was street ready.. it was more of a dirt bike.


But still....kissykissykissykissy.

[clyde]

You know,Gooey...the Triumph Bonneville along with the Lightning and Sportster were once the rulers of the street.

It was when horseys were horseys and all the young dudes were pounding young female flesh like there was no tomorrow and certainly no AIDS.



All the more reason to mourn the loss of Hornet.

I love you; you are in my prayers...even though I don't say them anymore.

That's saying a lot.

[clyde]

Now I really feel bad for you.



You are so swell....kissykissykissykissy.

[clyde]

Gooey....I really do love you.




Honest I do.

[my miss storm cat]

Thank you for, in your own way, expressing your sorrow as well.

The world lost a good one.

He didn't deserve to go ths way but alas..... sometimes the great ones are the most tragic.

[clyde]

Baby...................I forgot what I was going to say.