Ring, Ring (actually it’s the Scampering Tone), I briefly glanced at my phone…. that area code looks like a tele-marketer; certainly not a local number (Insert Eyeroll here). Maybe if I’m rude from the beginning they will NOT try to sell me anything. The conversation went something like this:
Me – “Hello.” Said in the rudest voice ever.
“Is this Chris…? stan?” Polite man, on the other side of the phone.
“Yes.” Said in same rude tone.
“This is Mark from American Motorcycle Association.” Great he is going to solicit me for money. Can’t he tell by my voice that I’m not having it?
“Yeah?” Again rude.
“We have a photoshoot over in McConnellsburg for a family……” Um well, they are not tricking me into going alone to some random place in the boondocks.
“Oh, that’s fine. I’ll just take my husband along since I don’t know those people.” I said in my very arrogant, you’re not tricking me, voice. At this point expecting him think, “She’s not falling for this” and then to say, “Oh, never mind.”
“It’s a family where the dad bought the motorcycle in 1962….” He continued in a polite manner.
Wait a minute, this guy is serious. He continues to tell me the story. What? Despite my rudeness Mark was very professional and polite.
That following Friday we went to meet the nicest family. John, Annette, Bessie and the girls. John told us this heart-warming story about his dad who had just passed away in March of 2017.
The 1952 Harley was purchased by his dad, John “Pete” in 1962. The story goes that John’s mom, Bessie, was riding the bike when she was 9 months pregnant with John and went into labor.
“Pete” was a founding member of the Tuscarora Cycle Club in Mercersburg, which was eventually moved over to McConnellsburg and the club house remains on the family property today.
One of “Pete’s” friends badgered him to sell the bike for over 15 years. “Pete” eventually did sell the bike to him.
Six-eight months later John found out that the bike had been sold. He expressed to the new owner that he would like the opportunity to buy it back if he ever sold it.
The friend did restore the bike but kept the side car in a closet for 22 years. Finally, in July 2017 John got the bike back in his possession.
John restored the side car, finally finishing, in October 2017. In May of 2018 Bessie was able to go for a ride once again.
Lesson learned: An odd area code might be a blessing in disguise. Maybe I should answer my phone, “Hello, this is Chrissy from Chrisstan Photography!”
Til next shine,
To read their story in more detail, check out the September issue at https://www.americanmotorcyclist.com/For-Members/The-Magazine/Magazine-Archive or read below: