“My fate was sealed — I had to have it.”
Another Fastback
When I graduated from high school in 1971, I got a summer job at a furniture factory in neighboring Winooski, Vermont. Just down the road lived a British racing green 1968 Norton Commando Fastback. With the factory windows always open, I could hear whenever that glorious machine was approaching, and I would drop what I was doing to watch it pass by. When I noted a "For Sale" sign on the bike while headed home one day, I had worked long enough to stash the necessary cash — so I bought it that day.
I got a couple of months of riding in before turning the bike over to a mechanic for a
