Nell laughed. “So are you back up this way sourcing bike parts from Roberta?”
“Yep. Custom-restore on a 1920 Indian Scout.”
“Holy s**t. No way.”
“Way. When the kid rolled it into The Garage, nobody could believe their eyes. I legitimately thought that Jinx was going to lose his mind. He had an Indian Scout as a teenager, and he still talks about that motorcycle like it was family.”
“Where’d the kid get it?”
“Inherited it from his grandfather. I doubt he’s serious about ever riding it, but he got some cash in the will too, and he’s decided to use it to restore the bike as close to original as possible. But finding parts for the gearbox is a b***h. Been up in Minnesota for two days, then spent hours this morning in Iowa looking at Ernie’s shop, but no luck. This job’s going to be a chal
