The story of a giddy boy and his Guzzi

Today at work was a Friday like many others I have experienced in the past. A glorious Florida morning, clear and in the low 60's. Perfect for the ride in on my 2002 Moto Guzzi LeMans.

As I arrived early the parking lot was mostly empty, so I procured the parking spot right near the doors. I parked the Guzzi in the far right of the space as is my wont, to allow for another bike or two to share the space.

As I climbed the four stories to my cubicle, I hurriedly set my stuff down and scurried to the window to look at my bike, something I do every time. Just to make she she is alright, you know. Sure enough she was just fine.

A while later, after I slaved away furiously in my cubicle on the work of the day, I sprinted back to the window to check on my Guzzi. Sweet heavenly Christ what is this I see?! Another Moto Guzzi parked in the space next to mine?! This can't be. It never has been! But it WAS!

After a quick photo from above, I ran like a frightened schoolboy down the stairs to photographically document this historic event. There in all it's glory was a red Moto Guzzi Breva parked next to my red/grey LeMans.

A tear trickled down my cheek and as I fought to stave off further tears, my quivering hand took a couple more photos as proof.

There is certainly a God I thought to myself, to make this come to pass. Thank you sweet Lord for this day. It is one i sha'n't soon forget.

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