At the local a dump engine trader enters a customer.
Clearly someone from the West. A gentleman.
The neat final fifty is a bit scrawny and has the looks of an official called 'Droogstoppel'.
The visitor sees a few belly men sitting on the bar stools in front of the counter. The bar stools are made from MZ buddies.
Gerrit is behind the counter. A quiet early sixties who has seen all European and Former Eastern Block dump engines from the Norwegian Nimbussen - there is one in the store - passing by.
The latest addition, those are the Moto Guzzietjes that our boys have been around and a bunch of BMW R65 GSs from the Norwegian or Danish army.
But the target group in which the visitor falls is clearly that of the "olle mopeds", the light two-stroke. The DK Facts from before the war that were made just like that behind the Iron Curtain after the war. The man starts his story in exemplary ABN.
Tells with Calvinistic enthusiasm about his DKWeetje. Gerrit listens. The regulars listen.
One of the two is interested: "Duttet?" He asks.
Het Heertje looks a bit surprised. Nicely articulate asks: "What do you say?" .: "Duttet?" Luptet? ”The face of the DKWrijder is a question mark.
The sincere Achterhoeker gets it. He hangs farther forward en masse until his face is centimeters away from the diminutive figure and articulates as if talking to a blindfolded deaf-mute: “IS HE DOING IT? IS RUNNING ... HE? "
Ah; so. He does it. He is walking. Only two beautiful hubs are missing. And he has been looking for it for ages. For years. And now he heard through-through about the existence of Gekra. Then he immediately left from Leiden. Just the rumor.
The regulars nod appreciatively. The man is good. Only a Gelderlander can appreciate that much passion.
Such considerations are also clearly included locally in the pricing. Now that the language battle is over, the conversation starts. Gerrit looks at the couple as a proud father at his children, turns around, opens the authentic Animal anti draft curtain and disappears into the cracks of his supplies.
As the men at the counter become more and more friends, he returns with two things wrapped in cracking oil paper.
They are not hubs. They are complete wheels. The imprint is just not in old Gothic, but the production date is proud: "Herstellung 24 Mai 1948".
The Westerner almost falls off his chair. His voice is faltering. He comes as close to unrestrained emotion as falls within his programming. "Wheels!" Two wheels! Two new wheels !! ”The emotions ebb away. The case is being completed. But then there is a misunderstanding. The wheels cost 150 euros.
The happy Randstedeling therefore puts three hundred euros on the counter. Gerrit pushed back an 150 euro. “You asked what the wheels cost. They cost 150 euros. Per set of course. Because for a motorcycle you need two. "
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