It's 1989, a woman whose name will remain unidentified, is draining the fuel and getting her beloved rd200 ready for the cold weather,she finishes up and hurries inside to warm up. Fast forward to September 2017, a colleague and I are finalizing the bill for a property cleanup in the rural area of town. We did a lot more work than what we had estimated the bill to be, so we looked at me and let the homeowner her bill. As her eyes widen, she exclaimed that's more than we thought! it was a little bit more than the estimate, but we also discounted so much because we felt bad, as she knew she was still getting a bargain, she pointed towards a falling down Barn in the back of her property And asked us if anything in there could help her make up the difference. We pop the barn door open to find almost absolutely nothing, but I catch the shimmer of a couple spokes in the way back corner of the barn and lo and behold it's the magic bullet she parked in 1989! Upon observing our instant excitement, she scurried to the house quickly to return with a signed title. We loaded it up and brought it home. I'm finally getting a spot cleared to where I can have ample space and time to treat her right. I believe there's absolutely nothing wrong with it, other than it has been sitting for close to thirty years. The motor is stuck, but it doesn't scare me one bit! you'll tell the difference in the pictures from the first day we pulled it out of the barn and the second day when we washed it. This weekend, she will earn her spot in the main garage and begin her life as my nostalgia town bee bopper.