“I don’t know why anybody would want it—it’s just a giant paperweight,” the previous owner’s daughter told me as we stood in her garage on the outskirts of Sacramento on a warm fall morning. We both took a step back to examine the tired, sunbaked Honda CL350 that had been propped against the side of her house for nearly three decades. Looking at the rusted metal, cracking rubber and shredded leather, we saw two very different things. To her, it was her dad’s bike; the one he got from a friend in the early-’70s, rode up and down California, and parked in the late-’80s after a hard crash ended his motorcycling days. It was still his Honda—his Scrambler. But close to 30 years after the fact, he decided it was time to pass it on to a new home. As luck would have it, that home was mine.
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