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Discussion in 'Old's Cool' started by nedodjija, Jul 7, 2009.
Congrats on the Ninja 250. They're pretty nice bikes, I sure like mine.
That strikes all the right buttons for me. And I dont know why.
Same here !!!!.
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There's a guy locally who has a ratted out Harley of some sort that looks similar. That bike is ridden hard and put up wet. The rider always has a smile on his face and some really cool stories of where he's been lately. That's what motorcycles are meant for.
There's a story connected to this one as well :)
It was on one rainy Friday afternoon in September when I've read on the internets that there's a classic bike racing event going on in Branna (CZ) that very weekend, in the mountains something like 360km away from me. What a great opportunity to not sit at home, have a nice trip and make some killing photos. By the time I made up my mind it was late evening and I realized that I don't have any proper boots nor trousers for this kinda trip in this kinda early autumn conditions. I totally skipped the fact that I had a broken clutch leaver held on by a piece of rubber string and that the rear suspension was shot with a tendency to go flat and get stuck in that position, giving me a much unwanted experience of riding a hard tail. I made it to the motorcycle gear shop just before closing time and after many tries found some trousers that would actually fit my long skinny legs. Of course the next day I realized that they were still too wide and too short for me at the same time. This shit happens to me almost every time I buy new pants. For the boots I decided to go with a tall military mountain model cause they offered good protection against cold and water and I could still walk in them, pretty much anywhere. Plus they where under 100 EUR. I got them the same morning I was leaving.
Buy the time I was ready to go it was noon. I hate to leave late. I went to a gas station to fuel up and had this idea to check the oil. I remembered I haven't done this properly at all since I bought it. Surely enough the probing bayonet was dry as hell. I bought 1l of oil and started pouring it in. 1/4... nothing. 1/2... nothing... 3/4... nothing! After all I put 2l of oil in it to be at the right level. And the bike's oil capacity is 2,5l in total. I did 500km with 20% of oil in it already and the previous owner did probably 10x more. Some engine they built.
The trip passed uneventfully. I made it to Branna just in time Saturday's practice and qualification runs were over. I was happy that the plan worked. Than it downed on me that there was no plan. For example I forgot to plan to exchange the moneyz at the border, to buy some provisions and beers, or to find a place to sleep. I concentrated on getting there so much I didn't think about all that nonsense at all. I did a quick mental check. I was in this remote mountain village, tired and hungry, with no food nor beverages, I had 100 Polish Zlotys on me, there was no exchange office in 50km radius, no shop that accepted VISAs, nor any shop that was open in the evening, actually THE shop was usually closed on weekends, but because of the race it was open from 7 till 8 a.m.! It was getting dark, I had a tent and a bottle of water and there was no camping site in sight or even a place to pitch a tent, since the place was overloaded with bikers already.
I looked to the right and I saw some bikes with Polish plates. I asked them if they know a camping site. They said they're staying with a big group behind this hotel, but some fuckers built a swimming pool last year and there was not a lot of space, and I should follow them. All I understood was to follow them. We made it to the spot which happened to be a small grass parking on a slope behind this hotel in the middle of the village. With 15 bikes and a party going on already. It was a bunch op people from Silesia, a southeastern part of Poland. Coming from a little more north I spoke with a different accent and never actually mixed with them before. They turned out to be good folks. They all knew each other and had no idea how I ended up there, but with no hesitation they found a place for me to squeeze my tent in, 2 minutes later somebody offered me vodka, someone else changed my Zlotys into Czech Koronas from his wallet, the night was young and there was a good vibe in the air. Sooner than you can say hocus pocus where all marching up to the karaoke bar on the other side of the valley. I didn't know I could speak Czech, nor sing for that matter. Alcohol does wonders. Some say it kills your brain cells, but others say it only kills the weakest ones, so the survivors are the best of the best. I remember dancing and singing (more like screaming), going back to our spot, finding my way to the tent, putting on all my clothes and tying my sleeping bag as tight as possible. I could feel cold even as I was drunk, so it must have been really cold.
Next morning was a horror. Not only was my head the size of a small moon, but I was awaken at 7 a.m. to the sound of a vintage open pipe two strokers racing thru the village. It was horrifying, I didn't know which way was up. The noise was indescribable. Fear and loathing dawned on me. I managed to crawl to a bar and get some caffe, I even tried to eat some breakfast but very soon my stomach gave me signs that it was still half full of beer. My brain just sat there and watched and didn't pick up any calls. The roar of the bikes was banging between the houses and slopes of the valley getting amplified on the way. The effect was that it felt like standing next to the passing bikes even as they were on the other side of the track. I was wandering around like a lost child. By the the time I was able to think again it was noon. All of my new best friends have already left the scene. I could describe my position no better than in the words of Hunter S. Thompson himself: "Panic. It crept up my spine like the first rising vibes of an acid frenzy. All these horrible realities began to dawn on me: Here I was all alone in Las Vegas with this goddamn incredibly expensive car, completely twisted on drugs, no attorney, no cash, no story for the magazine. I didn't even know who won the race. How would Horatio Alger handle this situation?".
"The decision to flee came suddenly. Or maybe not. Maybe I'd planned it all along - subconsciously waiting for the right moment." I spent my last Koronas on Czech beer and a salty potato pancake, rolled up the tent, found a break between the races, loaded up the bike and run away. I took a longer route thru the mountains, snapped this pic on the way and made about 150km before calling it a day at my cousin's place in Wroclaw.
Awesome story, fotoduda.
Same. Is there a way we could vote for this pic to be on the front page's pics for ADVrider.com?
Edit: Done - http://advrider.com/forums/showpost.php?p=19916377&postcount=8933
There is something about the rear wheel spacing of that model, the slightly knobby tire, the overall form of the bike, and the loaded gear, the non-flashiness of the bike/model ... that, and that setting really helps ... that make it perfect.
I could never have a bike look like that as I'm too particular. I'd have to clean it up, paint it, blah blah blah, BUT I really enjoy seeing bikes like this. I like the grungy, ratty, well-used, whatever look they have.
Thanks man, it really makes my day when somebody appreciates my stuff!
Great pic indeed!
I dont have any pictures. I once had a friend give me a 350 honda twin Sl 350 If I can get it running we can sell it and split the money.By the time it was running he had moved away.no forwarding address I ran it awhile then the front forks gave out some one gave me forks off a 185 Suzuki moto cross. They worked fit right into the fork clamps bottomed out fairly easy,Then the headlight quit needed a $12.00 honda bulb I had a old ford pick up headlight bucket a couple of holes drilled and it mounted,5o cents for a junk yard sealed beam and good to go.I called it my Forhonski License plate and light bulb added up to about $15.00 for more than a year of riding.
What do you mean you don't have any pictures!?
I want to see that!
I love that FT500 shot too.
I picked this bike up for my kid around July. It's a 2002 GS500 and it had 6k miles on it at the time. It was owned by a Microsoft guy who had bought it new and ridden it for a few years, then met a woman and had a baby. The bike sat in their parking garage, having had fresh oil, filters and plugs just prior to being parked.
Then he found he had to move to NY, so he put it up on craigslist for $1200. I responded the instant I saw it pop up when I found out the history I told him I would buy it sight unseen, and to not let anyone attempt to start it.
I went to look at it and pay the man, then go look for a trailer. It had a thick layer of dust on it from having sat since 2006. Otherwise not a scratch and the seat was perfect.
We rolled it up on the U haul trailer and brought it home. The pic is after my boy cleaned the bike up and removed the goofy ass windshield. I had him drain the gas out of the tank and the carbs. The gas was brown and the tank had a lot of rust in it, so with the old gas out we etched the tank insides and got the rust out.
Fresh gas, fresh battery and it started right up (well as "right up" as a GS500 gets").
I've used it to get my two older boys riding and it's at about 10k miles now.
Just picked up this 1992 Suzuki 400 today. It has been sitting up for about two years. Pulled tank and battery. will clean tank and charge battery tomorrow. Low miles (less than 9000) and unmollested. I think it was a good buy at $400. Hope to try to start soon.[/IMG]
That's a pretty good buy... IF the CDI isn't shot. Make damn sure you're using a GOOD, fully charged battery on that bike at all times. Also, those carbs are the Worst I've ever had to deal with (as a MC mechanic for the past 12 years, add another decade before that for when I was just tinkering for myself). You'll almost certainly need to replace all the vitron bits inside the float bowls, was about $80 worth of parts when I did my B4 back in 2008-ish ~ it will not idle if the plugs that cover the pilot jets are in bad shape or missing.
I own six of them.Those tires Bridgestone tires are crap for that bike.Try Sport Demons.They are way better all around.My daily rider build is on my blog below.To many crazy mods to list here.
fotoduda is a heck of a photog and a good storyteller.
Brought home this 1975 CB550 today. It has 30k miles on it, but looks to wear it's age and mileage well. Got it for $650.
Small dent fuel tank (didn't see that till I got home -- his power was out, and it was pouring outside)
All four mufflers have some scrapes like it had been down both sides, or the exhaust came from a bike that was
Right side cover is broken, possibly from the kicker hitting from a drop?
Been sitting for a year, and wasn't running well when put away, PO thinks carbs
The engine cases are not scraped up, nor are the head pipes.
The paint on the tank and side covers is excellent, but, of course, I need to replace the right cover
The seat is excellent
The chrome is very good, and just needs some cleanup
Tires are only 2 years old and look like they're nearly new.
The inside of the tank is perfectly clean
The engine feels like it has good compression -- need to do a compression test though.
Very nice - I may officially hate you
Trade you my CJ
Thanks for the offer, but I already have a 360 ('75 CB360T).
Oh, and I see you're a fellow Guzzi rider.