The BSA was a vibrator that made me numb to the bond. The Greyhound offered no relief to get a comfortable nights sleep on the way home. Other than that the trip was pretty good, and full of fond memories.
I rode down the east coast on a 650 BSA thunderbolt. From Syracuse NY to Key West. 1970 I believe. Sold the bike and Miami State U to a college kid for as much as it cost and all expenses for the trip. Took a Greyhound home.
The bike ride to Florida killed me and so did the Greyhound to...
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