yesterday. I mean this place looked the part from the outside. Name and phone number of the shop stenciled on the brick wall in a lower rent district, couple of old jap bikes for sale on the side walk, mechanic on duty sign on the front door, scumbag standin out front smokin a cigarette. So I stopped in to check it out in hopes of finding some old Triumph parts or a basket case or a lead on where to find some locally. I walk in and it looked like someone puked up a wanna be Harley shop. It had every piece of cheap ass leather riding gear I have ever seen, more bolt on crap than you could shake a stick at and dirt bike accesories galore. I knew I was in the wrong place but figured I would ask anyway. Strolled up to the counter and asked the douche my question. He stared at me blankly as if he had never heard of a Triumph and uttered the most digusting words I've ever heard. "Why would you want one those old pieces of crap, your better off just buying a new one" I swear to God, No BS, I couldn't believe it. I just shook my head in digust and walked out. People kill me, is it just me or does old metal seem to have more to it than new. It has a history, it wants to speak to you and tell stories about the good old days. It's almost as if it has a sole. The guys around the firestation all ride brand new BMW's , Harleys, Hondas, etc.. and none of them ever seem to grasp what I'm talkin about and laugh when I show them what I want to build or show a copy of The Horse. I'm starting to think I'm the only one anymore who gets it, anyone else feel the same?