Goodbye, forlorn forty five

Here are two bikes I'm sick of looking at, and they're both going to see Mr. Roche. With the power of Jay on my side the 45 will come back looking like the beautiful motorcycle that now lurks deep inside - like a princess kissing a frog. I never want to see the CB again; I've been tripping over it for years. I also have this partially race-prepped, heavily modded CB (ask me for details, I don't want to bore the populace) that I'm trying to foist onto Mr. Roche. If I'm unsuccessful, it too will go on the chopping block.