Bill,
I have to give a moment to encourage you in your recent Vincent ownership, and one of the elements of that is joining the VOC. I am from the attitude, to paraphrase Woody Allen, that I would never join a club that would have me as a member. But there is something special about the people that are passionate about these special machines.
There used to be an advertisement about another finely crafted object that states that you do not really own it, but just take care of it for the next generation. Well, my friend, you are the next generation. You will require parts, advice, tips, shortcuts, a helping hand, and once in a while, a ride home to pick up the van to go fetch the old girl.
The club is full of knowledgable folk that are extraordinary with thier generosity. They may be as old as your great grandfather, or as young as your son. They come from all walks of life, and most that join the club, and participate, have a common goal; to keep motors running, and their friends riding.
The club, which is more than the sum of its members, supports a Spares Company that is the envy of all single-marque clubs. They have produced an complete, running motorbike from the parts they produce. Thus allowing you to keep your machine running.
There is a network of skilled mechanics and tradesman that will be able to help you with every aspect of your journey.
And lastly, there are the friendships that develope from the simple fact that we have this interest in this machine. I am always surprised when I find that I have so much more in common with members than just the love of Vincents.
It is never boring.
What other things can you say that about...well, baseball, I guess...
If you are interested in your Rapide, and how it eventually ended up in your shed, join the club and find out. I am positive that someone has some bits of the story to share, just ask. Besides, if you like a good story, I am sure you will get to hear one, you only have to ask.
Regards
John Romano
Brooklyn, New York
1952 Rennie Comet