Inspected!

I have been asking around, to see who would be a good person to take Lizzy to for an 'inspection'. Someone who would 'understand' older bikes. Several folks directed me to Morrison Cycle in Madbury. I called him up, to see if he was 'receptive' to looking at older bikes. Here is an example of our conversation...
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Sam: So I hear you are a good person to bring older bikes to...

Morrison: Age is irrelevant.

Sam: Ok *nervous chuckle*

Morrison: What kind of bike is it?

Sam: It's a 1973 Honda cb125s - a tiny little thing...

Morrison: Size is irrelevant.

Sam: I will come by tomorrow *gulp*
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According to this guy, age is irrelevant and size is irrelevant - men of the world rejoice! Anyway, I thought I was seriously screwed, and that this hard ass New Englander would never let me pass. But .... I ***did****!!!
It was actually painless, until it was time to leave. Lizzy wouldn't kick over. After 7 tries, Morrison comes out and asks if this was "normal". I told him no, that she should have started right up. I felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Inspected indeed. But guess what!? I *really* wanted to crawl under something when he suggested I turn the key on. Yeah. I am one smooth operator.

In conclusion, it always helps to turn the motorcycle on. But embarrassment be damned, I am legal baby!