Afternoon ride, just bobing around my usual haunts, when coming down a suburban side street, I see a black Jackal approaching! He waved, I waved, and the rest history.
It's not nearly unheard of to cross another Guzzi rider in Chicagoland, hell 7-9 million people stuffed into the northern corner of IL, and north west IN, bound to be a few hundred Guzzi in garages. But even if there are 600 Guzzi, only 300 of them likely get out to stretch their legs, so the odds of seeing one, while riding are still relatively small. But there he was. The only guy I know of that it could be is Pat, who we all thought was dead, until he showed up at a Guzzi breakfast two months ago! But the Jacket didn't look like Pat, so I think it was another. Anybody?
