Dream On
Long-suffering readers will remember my optimism upon acquiring a 1965 Honda Dream barn find. But as every restorer knows, there’s no such thing as a free motorcycle. Or so I’ve discovered….
Tag: vintage motorcycles
The Smoker Lives!
A brief test ride, visible to passing aircraft, revealed that it probably had a ring gap the size of your forefinger. Turning the throttle resulted in a spasmodic, lurching kind of flatulence that couldn’t really be described as forward progress. Clearly, a rebuild was necessary.
Moto-Eclectic
This love of motorcycling in all its guises is something that can’t be cultivated. These are the things that empty our bank accounts, jeopardize our marriages—and enrich our lives.
Careful What You Wish For
Once I bring the Honda Dream home, my elation gives way to the harsh reality of what happens to metal when abandoned in a damp barn for 52 years.
Only So Many Motorcycles Left to Live
When I was younger, time spread out before me like a desert highway, punctuated by dozens of future, imagined motorcycles, each one of them better than the last. Not so anymore.
The Year I Took Up Smoking
Welcome to the world of my newly acquired 1973 Yamaha RD350 two-stroke. The little ring-a-ding is everything my stately BMWs are not: smokey, loud, and uncivilized.
The Garage as Rubik’s Cube
A while back, in a moment of delusion, I agreed to make motorcycles a zero-sum game: if I acquired one, another one had to go. Have I adhered to this diplomatic protocol? Of course not. Motorcycles seem to arrive, but none ever leave….
Of Clutches and Carburetors
Carburetors, like clutches and cables, have become the earmarks of antiquity. There will soon come a time when exactly no one will know how to adjust or service these devices. Carbs and clutches will seem as weird as a wall jack….
Clean from Six Feet
My bikes display a lack of cleanliness that has the singular advantage of serving as a theft deterrent. “Hey Bob, this one is unlocked, but honestly, who would want it? If we’re going to risk arrest we might as well go for something clean. Let’s move on….”
Clippings
I’ve noticed that the more articles I have on a certain destination, the more likely I’ll actually go there. So here I am, a madman with scissors.