Have been messin w/ mechanical things since knee high . . . . . .  to you know what. As a teenager always had a motorcycle (mostly Norton's) and some form of rusty ole rod. As time went on  learning from my mistakes & buddies helping out I got to fixing most breakdowns. In my neighbourhood I was the guy to ask if I could repair the Norton's that were running around. That went on for 20 or 30 yrs or so until the 90's when the Brit bikes lost favor w/ the younger crowd. In the early 2000's a younger brother of a close friend said he found his older brothers 69 Norton High Rider in a basement somewhere. I was asked to help bring the machine back to life - but on a limited budget. As I had a fairly large inventory of parts & still working on these machines - I agreed out of respect for my good buddy who bought it new in 69. Drove 200 k's one way to retrieve the machine in an enclosed trailer & returned it some months later (at no delivery charge).  It ran & performed well & he was happy at the price  that the project came in at! 10 yrs later or so when ever I tried visiting this younger brother he wasn't answering the door even w/ his vehicle in the driveway. This went on for a few yrs as I didn't get down his way much anymore. Last yr he answered the door & he started in on a tirade of sorts about how I switched out his original carbs! I know for a fact that I never replaced the carbs (he couldn't afford new ones at the time)  - he wasn't willing to listen to reason & became next to violent. One friendship down the drain. Still have a good relationship w/ the older brother though.  That's it - at 75 yrs old  I'm not in need of any extra aggravation.