Once there were two BSA drivers.
Father and son. Son dear had some trouble starting his British twin. Then he had to call on his father's help. My dear son was 67. And dad also got more and more trouble starting ...
Finally the bullet went through the church. The BSAs had to go. And were exchanged for a BMW R 100 and a R90 / 6.
Father and son were happy. They could drive again. And they received money with the trade-in ...