In 1988 I was living in Charlotte NC. 25 yrs old working with $ to burn. those were the days... I started looking for my childhood dream bike (Bonny 750) I came across a bike shop in Charlotte called "British American Cycles" and wondered in. The small "showroom" was crowded with about 6 bikes all Brit. a parts counter and that smell we have all grown to love.
I shouted Hello and a crusty little old guy with white scragly hair and beard to match came out from the back and said "Whadya want!"
I told him my name and said I was looking for a 750 bonnaville.
He replied while walking away "No you don't kid. Go buy a jap bike."
I started firing questions at him and got him to begrudgingly engage me.
"Go away kid you dont know what you're getting into"
In the coming mos. I would stop in and stand against the wall while he entertained his cronies... I was even tolerated eventually and was allowed to contribute to the conversation.
I came to find out "Crab" had been an airplane mechanic in WWII and fell in love with Brit machines. He began collecting basket cases and full bikes to restore and re-sell . The back of his shop was a quonset hut with about 150 bikes, some fully restored and many in progress... his "Retirement plan"
Non of which he would sell to me.
So... I am looking thru the sunday paper classifieds and come across an ad for a " 1972 Norton 750 Commando Combat $800.00"
I made arrangements to see it. I pictured a green camo bike with a side car and knobbies... what did i know...I thought "combat" meant military... I knew Nortons were Brit and the few I saw were cool as hell...
The bike was under a sheet in the guy's garage. My first glimpse and I forgot all about Triumphs. That was MY BIKE! The motor was free but would not fire. I was told it had been sitting for a year and that his son used to ride it around the yard. I put $800 on the guys workbench and with title in hand loaded it into my van.
This was all pre cell phone so I stopped by a pay phone to call Crab and tell him I was on my way to the shop with a Norton. I hung up on him in the middle of a barage a curses and headed in.
I pulled into his parking lot and went in to get him. he came out grumbling and said "Well unload the damn thing!!" He took one look at it and said "I'll be right back" he came back out fingering thru an old black book, looked at the numbers on the bike and proclaimed "I sold that bike new in 1972!! I had the Norton dealership then!"
He pushed me aside and wheeled it into the shop, all smiles and all of a sudden became my best friend. "Kid, I never thought you were serious.
Give me 2 months, stay away and dont call me, I'll call you." almost 2 mos. to the day he called me and said "Your bike is ready" and hung up.
I showed up and we went through the starting process. WOW what a sound!
He charged me $400.00 and said "if you need anything you know where im at"
I pulled out and headed home, along the route a pile of hardcore harley guys came roaring up behind me, passed me slowly on both sides eyeballing me. I got one bird and the rest thumbs up...
Thanks Crab,
I shouted Hello and a crusty little old guy with white scragly hair and beard to match came out from the back and said "Whadya want!"
I told him my name and said I was looking for a 750 bonnaville.
He replied while walking away "No you don't kid. Go buy a jap bike."
I started firing questions at him and got him to begrudgingly engage me.
"Go away kid you dont know what you're getting into"
In the coming mos. I would stop in and stand against the wall while he entertained his cronies... I was even tolerated eventually and was allowed to contribute to the conversation.
I came to find out "Crab" had been an airplane mechanic in WWII and fell in love with Brit machines. He began collecting basket cases and full bikes to restore and re-sell . The back of his shop was a quonset hut with about 150 bikes, some fully restored and many in progress... his "Retirement plan"
Non of which he would sell to me.
So... I am looking thru the sunday paper classifieds and come across an ad for a " 1972 Norton 750 Commando Combat $800.00"
I made arrangements to see it. I pictured a green camo bike with a side car and knobbies... what did i know...I thought "combat" meant military... I knew Nortons were Brit and the few I saw were cool as hell...
The bike was under a sheet in the guy's garage. My first glimpse and I forgot all about Triumphs. That was MY BIKE! The motor was free but would not fire. I was told it had been sitting for a year and that his son used to ride it around the yard. I put $800 on the guys workbench and with title in hand loaded it into my van.
This was all pre cell phone so I stopped by a pay phone to call Crab and tell him I was on my way to the shop with a Norton. I hung up on him in the middle of a barage a curses and headed in.
I pulled into his parking lot and went in to get him. he came out grumbling and said "Well unload the damn thing!!" He took one look at it and said "I'll be right back" he came back out fingering thru an old black book, looked at the numbers on the bike and proclaimed "I sold that bike new in 1972!! I had the Norton dealership then!"
He pushed me aside and wheeled it into the shop, all smiles and all of a sudden became my best friend. "Kid, I never thought you were serious.
Give me 2 months, stay away and dont call me, I'll call you." almost 2 mos. to the day he called me and said "Your bike is ready" and hung up.
I showed up and we went through the starting process. WOW what a sound!
He charged me $400.00 and said "if you need anything you know where im at"
I pulled out and headed home, along the route a pile of hardcore harley guys came roaring up behind me, passed me slowly on both sides eyeballing me. I got one bird and the rest thumbs up...
Thanks Crab,