While on vacation in Seattle I met lm's friends neighbor.
He has cool stuff in his garage

I was sitting in lms friend Lori's front yard when all of the sudden Lori says.... I think my neighbor Greg has a Ducati. The next day while he's out cutting his grass, Lori walks over and asks him to come over an meet me when he done. Turns out he ran a dealership up there for some time. He has a big love of the older ss bikes and has a garage full of real nice ss parts.




I would have taken more pics of all the cool stuff, but I started to feel like a 12yo girl backstage at a Jonas Bothers concert
Very cool guy with a boatload of stories