The local motorcycle salvage is a place of pilgrimage. Joost has lots, lots and lots of Japanese stuff. From 1970. And recently a BMW. A Genuine R65 TIC. But that was a funny mistake. Just like the Ducati Paso that once stood in a corner blushing and shy.
The more you come the prices get lower
Moreover, there is always a cup of coffee for regular customers. Even if you don't buy anything, the trip is always an instructive excursion. Because let's face it: you don't find a GS 750 in real Frans van de Waal custom paint outfit every day. That was once the pride of the whole neighborhood. Perhaps Frans would like to buy it for his museum for a lot of money. Hunting for a dynamo for a vague project in the making, Joost pointed back: “There's a clapper that has just arrived. Look behind that, there's a box with Kawasaki dynamos."
The winner was a wrinkled Kawasaki ZX12R.
The recently brand new thing was as convincing as Balkenende 4. Dismantling a dynamo yourself is of course more fun than checking stuff in a container. So the Kawa was a wreck. But dynamo-technically it was a party. Nice little run and as clean as a new one. Beautiful! Everything that we unscrewed and that was broken was allowed to go in the metal and plastic container. Motorcyclists also engage in waste separation. This self-tinkering saved Joost's staff again disassembly time and also brought the buyer a profit. So a win-win-win situation.
Well arranged. Then you get to talk to Joost
About what happened and how it is now. And what happened to the pilot. Joost knew about the hat and the brim. Because he had bought the bike from the owner himself. And that owner was now in a wheelchair. With necessary physical limitations and a serious scratch on his religious beliefs.
The almost perfectly established second-generation fellow countryman has been a motorcycle enthusiast since his earliest childhood. The fat Kawa was his third motorcycle and the pride of his life. He loved every mile. He collected fines like a squirrel nuts for the winter. That is also very Calvinistic.
And then came that long, continuous curve
He had convincingly misjudged it. At three quarters he noticed that it was going to go wrong. And then his basic programming took over from his VRO driver training. He straightened his back, lifted his arms to the sky, and invoked the help of his Creator. It was not online at the time. But the ex-motorcyclist was at peace with it. "Inshallah." “It is God's will.” That is the same approach that leads residents of our own Bible Belt not to vaccinate their children. Who makes the Jehovah's refuse blood transfusions. Having respect for others is not unkind. But you just shouldn't try to understand everything. And sometimes it's better to steer than pray.
There is a time and a place for everything. However?