my dear momma has had her work cut out for her.
ever since toney (her fiance of 6 years) passed away two years ago, she has had to make decisions on what to do with the remaining pieces of his antique motorcycle business. toney built and restored these beautiful old motorcycles, and therefore has a humungous garage full of rusty treasures that he collected throughout his life.
because my mom doesn't have a long term interest in the field without toney, she has been selling off his collection to the enthusiasts that really need and appreciate the work. AND, though my mom didn't have much prior knowledge of these machines, she's been taking on the wild world of antique motorcycles. and doing it WELL.
she has learned the tricks of the trade and has virtually taught herself an impressive portion of what some men have spent their whole lives learning. she obviously isn't building or restoring motorcycles, but she is learning what the parts are, what their purpose is, and how much they cost, so that she can sell them. and i am damn proud of her.
the day after i arrived in ohio after my road trip from tallahassee, i helped her prepare and pack for an antique motorcycle meet in wauseon, ohio. while my first impression of the rusty parts scattered in piles on the greasy shop floor was, "this looks like a junk yard", my mom knew the name, function and price of each piece.
each little antique nut and bolt, though worn and worthless to the untrained eye, has the potential to become a pivotal part of a roaring, running, spirit-freeing vehicle of the road.
and i soon learned the sacred nature of the beast in wauseon.