Back in the day, Charlie, Rich and I had ridden to LA from the Bay Area. We were in Hollywood and Charlie decided he wanted a "No Parking" sign. So, he shimmied up the pole and hand turned the bolts. Volia, it came off without a hitch."Gee" I thought, "I want one too." So with a bit more effort than Charlie, and some help, I got my sign. I kept it for the longest time but I don't think I have it any more. What struck me was how dirty the sign was. I guess the dirty LA air stuck to the signs.
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