The World's Fastest Indian Page #3

I couldn't do that love. No, thanks.

Well, there must be

something you can do.

Well, I haven't told anyone

else this, Fran, but...

I don't reckon I'll be gonna Bonneville.

I reckon not this year anyway and...

you know, seven hundred dollars

is a lot of money to find...

and the boat leaves in five days.

Except I would like to see

how fast she would really go...

before I fall off the perch as it were.

Before I ah, kicked the old bucket.

Hello, Lloyd.

Gidday, Burt.

Shame about the fall.

Well, I'm still

in one piece aren't I?

Good,

what are you having tonight?

Specialty of the house,

pea, pie and pud.

- Thas five bob.

- Alright.

Burt? Why don't you take out

a mortgage on your house?

- What house?

- Well, your property.

I mean is worth something.

Here you are.

Burt Munro,

look at the color of your hands.

- Whas the matter with them.

- You're gonna wash those mitts...

before you put them

anywhere near me.

There we are.

Wakee, wakee.

Time to rise...

and shine.

Burt, you're a sweetie.

Got to get out of here before

the neighbors spot me.

Burt, this tastes a bit odd.

Is metallic.

You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

Oh, crikey!

What?

I've got a pain in my chest.

He's in the shed, hurry.

Mum, Dad,

something's happened to Burt.

Burt, whas wrong with you?

I'll be alright Tommy,

don't worry about me.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah.

What are you all staring at?

Dirty old men need love too.

- Mr. Munro.

- Hello.

So, whas the story, Doc?

- I'm sorry, is not good news.

- Oh, yeah. Well, fire away.

You've had an attack of angina.

You have arterial sclerosis.

And whas that?

Is a narrowing

of the arteries from the heart.

Oh, dear.

Yeah, I'm afraid there's not too much

we can do for you at your age...

other than suggesting you

take it easy.

Look if you have another attack,

pop one of these under your tongue...

let it dissolve

and then swallow the saliva.

The pain should be gone

in thirty seconds.

- Yeah, what do you call these things?

- Trinitrate pills.

Um better known as nitro glycerine.

- The stuff you blow things up with.

- Yes, but in much smaller quantities.

Alright.

Will this have any affect on

me riding my bike?

Unfortunately, I think your

motorcycling days are over.

Like hell they are.

It won't be much longer.

Springfield.

Springfield.

Thas where the Indians come from.

- Indians?

- Yeah, the Indians...

from Springfield,

Massachusetts.

The worls greatest

motorcycle.

- Is that so?

- Thas right.

- You can come through now.

- Alright, thank you.

Yeah, Springfield.

The plan is for me

to drive up to Timaru and...

then me and my bike...

will catch a boat to the US of A to...

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