December 4, 2011
In dense woods near a lake in central Arkansas sits a school bus. If you ever believed there was no reason to explore your own backyard, this may convince you otherwise.
Inside this collapsing bus are 15 or so rare British and Italian motorbikes - race models, bone stock machines, rare and low production bikes, and probably enough motors & frames to build a few more. None of it is for sale and the owner promised to shoot me if I tried to relieve him of any of the lot.
After a tense introduction he invited me into his tiny shack house - filled with restored motorcycles - and talked shop with me for hours.

In dense woods near a lake in central Arkansas sits a school bus. If you ever believed there was no reason to explore your own backyard, this may convince you otherwise.

Inside this collapsing bus are 15 or so rare British and Italian motorbikes - race models, bone stock machines, rare and low production bikes, and probably enough motors & frames to build a few more. None of it is for sale and the owner promised to shoot me if I tried to relieve him of any of the lot.

After a tense introduction he invited me into his tiny shack house - filled with restored motorcycles - and talked shop with me for hours.

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