Organized by: Kelenda Bellavigna
Please Help Me to save the Honda v65 Sabre from going to a complete stranger. It needs to come back to this family, to be cherished, restored memorialised & would eventually go to my oldest son and to his oldest son. I am a 2x Traumatic brain injury Survivor and bought this bike for my then fiance in 1986 while we were s couple. I am disabled and have no way of coming up with this kind of money in such a short amount of time. It was suggested I do this to try and help save Grace, which once was mine and the late Davids pride and Joy.
Back in 1985 I was in love with a handsome, kind hearted, fun loving man named David, he worked at a local Honda shop as a mechanic and was well liked by many. He had a promising future ahead of him, and enjoyed riding bikes, three wheelers and being as wild as a young man could be at the age of 20. We were the perfect couple, and had so much in common, and planned a future together. In 1986 David proposed to me on Cayuta Lake, and I just wasnt ready at that age to marry. We continued dating serious, and one weekend, we found a bike that was for sale for pretty cheap. It was in a wreck, but we decided to look at in anyways. With Davids skills it surely was a project that could be fixed up easily, and so we went to Pulaski, New York together and looked at it. We purchased a motorcycle that had been in a wreck with the original owner. It needed TLC and some repairs, but we both loved this bike. We paid 650.00 for this bike, and cost us less than 500.00 to restore and fix up to make road ready. For over three years I enjoyed riding this bike with David. Anywhere & every where it would take us. The bike holds a lot of memories. In 1989 I learned I was pregnant. This was a few months after David & I broke it off, so he could raise his daughter from his prior relation. In September of 1989 my son was born. Victor. A healthy young baby boy. David gave Victor his last name and we kept everything else between us so as not to disturb his then family. Although things had to be the way they were back then it really wasn't what David nor I wanted. But it had to be due to outside circumstances. And it was the right thing to do for all involved. Eventually the love of my life took his own life.....suicide. For those same outside circumstances we had dealt with to the best of our ability prior too our sepperation. I wished he hadn't but he did. I was was living out of state when my late mother called me and told me about his passing. I couldn't understand why, I still do not, and may never understand why.. I guess I am still in shock that he felt this was his only way out of that bad situation...but, he never said Goodbye which was very unlike him to do. He may be gone, but he will never ever be forgotten!! The bike went to Davids younger brother after. I sent a message that if he ever wanted to get rid of it to think of me first. Years passed by.
So here is the story. Recently, I was approached by Davids younger brother. He felt the bike should go to Victor and that that is what David would want. I agreed, but kept asking if he was sure about it. He wanted to give it to him, no payment involved. We met up and talked more about the idea of it going to Victor. I even consulted with a friend who works at Orange County Choppers regarding an idea to memorialize the bike in honor of David. Then...out of no where I receive a text message from Davids younger brother, that due to personal circumstances, he has instead decided to sell the bike. I do not blame him, but at same time I find myself in this difficult dilema now, especially after telling my son he would eventually be receiving something from the brother of the man who gave him his name and his life. He and his wife need the money. And this was all they could do to come up with it. Of course, I WAS SHOCKED!! How could you want to sell something so special to a stranger and not do what you originally said? Either way, I've got to continue to try to save this bike, so it can eventually go to Davids namesake. Victor. And not to a stranger! Whom this stranger, will have no clue of the memories or how special this bike was, or histories this bike has to those David loved and who loved David regardless. David loved this bike with his all. It was his baby, and at one time our baby. It was the one thing left of us. A moment in time he loved being a part of.
My doing this...well, It's the right thing to do, and its the only thing Victor would ever have of Davids outside of his last name. So if you could please help me save the Sabre I would appreciate it. I was told by friends that I should begin this to see if I can raise the money. In the meantime, the bike has been listed for sale. I am truly bummed as it could just be gone any day. So I am praying this works and that you will have a big heart to help me save Davids memory and the bike in his honor. We named the bike Grace together in 1986. That is why I am trying to save Grace! If the funds can be raised to save her, she will be tuned up and memorialised in honor of David. So I am hoping this works for the best for all parties.
I hope you can find it in your heart to help me out. Time is of the essence with trying to save the bike. If the bike is sold before I can raise the funds to save it, your donations will be returned. Thank you!