Time for another ride report. Another Temnykh Brothers ride this time, astride our respective first bikes: Vanya on his 1974 Honda CB360G, me on the 1976 Yamaha XS500C. We did our first overnight trips on these bikes, including trips to the Catskills, Adirondacks, and Vermont. This time our destination was the 2010 Bennington Triumph Bash. markbvt here on ADVrider invited us to come up, and we gladly accepted the invitation. Albeit we weren’t on Triumph brand motorcycles, our oil-leaking, hard (kick)starting parallel twins were more like Brit Iron of yore than many Triumphs there. Vanya rode up to Ithaca from State College PA on his cross country tested Seca in record time on Thursday. He had tuned up the bikes two weekends ago, correcting a WOT stumble on the XS500, and doing a tune up on the CB360. The Cb360 was still running a little iffy the night before heading out… Breakfast consisted of Russian “pirogi” prepared by our mother. We grabbed the leftovers for lunch. 8am and Vanya has the carbs off the Cb360, hunting for the cause of the no-idle condition. After checking that the carb boots were sealing properly, and replacing the o-rings on the pilot screw, it was still off, but it would have to do. The GS is tearing at the leash to strike out cross country, but it will have to wait until next summer, it still needs the clutch hub checked out, as well as the fork seals replaced and a few other odds and ends. We set out at about 10am. We did more or less of a straight shot to Cooperstown, 130 miles or so, on some beautiful back roads. We ate lunch in a park by the water. Cooperstown is a very clean and well kept town. The Cb360 was running on fumes, and very poorly at that, it seems that an air bubble got in the fuel line and was making it sputter. I scouted out a gas station and once we filled up the 360 was back to normal. We also noticed the Cb360 was spitting a whole lot of oil from the crankcase breather all over the back of the bike, coating the wheel. Not much we could do about that so we rode on. Riding out of Cooperstown, we took Country Route 31, which turned out to be excellent, winding through a very pretty rural part of Upstate NY. No traffic except for a couple of Harleys that we passed. If you’re ever in the area, check it out. Next short break was in Ballston Spa. Riding through traffic, our older bikes start to protest. The carbs get heat soaked, the clutches get grabby, etc. I breathe a huge sigh of relief every time we get back on the open road. We gassed up in Bennington at a gas station/gun store combo place, very interesting place. A guy there was talking to me about my 500 “yeah if I had something like that I’d put low bars on it and make it a café racer.” Thanks but no thanks chief, this bike is made for actual riding. Got held up in a bit of construction related traffic, sat for about 10 minutes. There was a cute girl drying off in her bikini in near a house by the road, so it wasn’t all that bad (sorry for lack of accompanying pics). We rode route 9 to Battlesboro, where the BTB attendees were meeting for some BBQ. Our bikes immediately drew a crowd, a guy (Kevin, Skidplate865 on here) asks “is that the one that blew up and got fixed in Kansas?” Yessir, and it’s back in action with a new head now, along with a new exhaust, and much cosmetic refurbishment. We also meet Mark (markbvt), one of the organizers of the BTB. The food is good and the portions large. By chance we sit at a table with a great bunch of people, Mark, Kevin, Mike, Brett, and a few others. We decide to duck out early before everyone else hits the road back to the campground. As we’re getting ready to leave, one of the Connecticut “Rockers” sees Vanya pushing the CB360 to where Mark is: “he’s gonna push it all the way back home!” Vanya doesn’t hear him but I do. I pull out the kickstarter and give it a big old kick. The 500 barks to life, the look on the guy’s face was priceless. Sorry pal, your ‘café-racer’ retro Bonneville doesn’t have one of these. The ride back is fast. We do our best to keep up with the Bonnies, the 32hp Cb360 is having a hard time keeping up on the uphill grades, but the 500 has no problem. I slow down and keep pace with Vanya, who’s wringing the CB360 out for all it’s worth, tucked down on the tank. Brett, astride a Sprint 900, blows our proverbial doors off, the Triple booming gloriously through the D&D exhaust. Back at the campground, we shoot the shit for a while, a lot of people want to ogle the old bikes and wax nostalgic about them. Mark also shows us his 2001 Bonneville, it has quite a few modifications, including a fantastic sounding exhaust. We get a site away from the Rockers, and make an excellent fire that burns not only wood, but Kevin’s defective chair and Mike’s worn out hat. More tomorrow.