![]() It turns out that the son of the person I sold it to and the security guards son were friends in the military. I found the bike I had sold about 35 years ago. It had the name of the person that I had sold it to, who lived in Columbus Ohio at the time, as the buyer and MY name as the seller/previous owner. When we got there she had a phone call and asked me to sift through the stack of titles she had while she talked on the phone. We went back down to the barn to look for said title. I had to buy it so I told her $400 without checking it over. I used to have one back in the early 1980s". I told her "it's an Ossa Six Days Replica. ![]() I looked at it and knew right away exactly what it was. We went up the yard to an old, falling down, shed. Since I was there she said she had an old dirt bike she wanted me to look at to see if I could give her an idea of it's worth. She had a barn full of clothes that would not fit me. It is something that I normally would not do. A couple years ago one female guard, who lives near Barnesville Ohio, invited me to a garage sale she was having. I had been doing it often enough that I knew most of the guards fairly well. With a job I had previously there were security guard checkpoints that I had to pass through to gain access to where I needed to go. ![]()
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