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Finally got one.

Ever since reading Hunter Thompson account of cruising down the California coast US1 on a Vincent I have lusted after one. At the time I had recently moved to San Francisco and was working as a teacher's aid in a center-city bi-lingual school where male role models were in short supply, and so was money. I forget how much they were paying me but it was so little that I still qualified for food stamps. One day I read about an auction the govt. was conducting in which there were to be a dozen or so Vincents. My eyes popped out of my head. This was a dream come true; I could finally acquire my dream bike. It seems there was an oddball character named George Disteel who's son was killed riding on a Vincent. He went around buying all the Vincents and other large bikes he could find. He transported them across the Golden Gate Bridge where he would rent space in farmers chicken coops. There he would cleaverly disable the bikes in the hope of saving some other father from suffering the same loss he had. One day George droped dead in the Tenderloin district of San Francisco. Having no heirs and no money, the state buried him in the pauper field. About a year later someone realized that George owned title to all these Vincents rotting away covered with chicken droppings and the state organizes the auction. Well I showed up will all of my money in hand, about $600, expecting to buy a Vincent. Unfortunately the rest of California did too. I should have begged, borrowed or stole to raise more money because the Vincents went for between $1000 and $2000 each. But $600 was all I had. There was a 1944 DKW which was incorrectly listed on the auction brochure as a 150cc, 2 stroke. Everyone was there for the 1000cc 4 stroke Vincents so the bidding was not fierce for the Deek and I was able to bring it home as my consolation prize. It turns out it is a 350cc single cylinder 2 stroke and was pretty complete. Except, of course for the clutch throw out gear that George had removed to disable it. After years of searching, I finally had one machined which cost me almost as much as the whole bike did (years later I found one at an autojumble taken from a Harley Hummer which was a perfect fit - Harley acquired the plans for the DKW as war reparations.) I still have it and ride it occasionally. But I never got over my lust for a Vincent. Finally, about 2 months ago I found one on e-bay that I could afford (by borrowing against my inheritance.) Now, being the bookish type, I have acquired over the years what I though was just about every book ever written about the Vincent. So you can imagine my delight when, this morning as I was cruising through Barns & Noble I discovered 'Big Sid's Vincati'. I immedialely purchased it and as soon as I could I logged onto www.bigsid.com. There I purchased 'Vincents With Big Sid' and I am sitting on pins and needles waiting for my signed copy to arrive. I have only read the first two chapters of your book but I can already tell that I am loving it and will probably finish it in one or two sittings. Congratulations to you and best regards to Big Sid. In the Vincent riders world, we never give up hope as is evidenced by your story (and mine!)