I’d been looking to find a sympathetic new keeper for brother Bill’s old Ducati. I was attempting to get a reasonable chunk of cash for Helen, Bill’s widow and, if possible, I hoped I’d find somebody that might keep it more or less as Bill had built it. I say built, but that’s not really correct, he’d moulded it to mesh with his character.
The paint was worn and faded and it hadn’t seen a tube of Solvol Autosol in 10 years...
