Canada ride- Part VI

So our friend ___ is the president of our motorcycle club and has the largest collection of Suzukis I've ever seen sitting in his basement. I've met and ridden with ___ and his wife before, and they're really fun and nice people. They're about my dad's age and have been involved in the club ever since its inception in the 1970's. After sharing a few drinks, I settled down for the night but couldn't sleep because of the idea that 35 of one of my favorite motorcycles were sitting two floors below me. I knew I would never see a collection quite like this ever again, so I was super excited.

After breakfast, he took us downstairs to show us his epic Suzuki GT collection.

This is what we saw:


I know. I about fell to my knees in awe of this display of vintage Suzuki awesomeness. Now I don't want to spill the beans too much about his stash, but I'll just tell you that he has almost every color, every make and every year on his property. This is where he keeps the best ones, all restored or in original condition (mint, I'm telling you). Some are not GTs, but he is a GT collector and about 9/10ths of his collection is all Suzuki GT. (You can see a few GS models, as well as a Cavalcade and my '73 T500 in there)

In another room, we saw boxes and boxes of NOS GT parts and a few custom GTs, which I unfortunately didn't get any pictures of. We departed in the rain (once again) and headed back towards home. For some reason, it took forever to get through Michigan and into Indiana. Indiana was never my favorite state for some reason (maybe the people? I know a few people from Indiana and never liked 'em).

Continued in Part VII.