“SHAUGHNESSY QUALITY AT KINGSWAY PRICES”

Janiebelle and I were perambulating smartly about our neighborhood recently, in her lightly mauled 14-year-old Toyota (my money is invested wisely: on motorcycles) when my motosenses started tingling. As we passed through an intersection, out of the corner of my eye I caught a flash of something quite unusual. Executing an immediate Bat-turn, she took me back to my prey. There, on a deserted tree-lined street, no-one around it, sat an immaculate 1941 Harley-Davidson Servi-Car nosed into the curb.

I immediately ejected myself from the automobile and began my examination. Except for one plastic-coated wire, it looked like a brand-new ’41. Eventually, a gentleman named Tom Lucas emerged from a nearby backyard and claimed ownership. Possession being nine tenths of the