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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Day Trippin'' started by Ridin'nFishin, Jan 4, 2019.
Those rims look like an Oldsmobile so it would be a cutlass
Not sure this is stock, but this is a '65 Malibu.
Great guesses from every one.
1964 F-85 Oldsmobile with a 330, 2 barrel carburetor, 3 speed on the column. I believe it did have Malibu hub caps.
All the GM’a looked similar .
excellent write up and pictures! Thanks
Before and after our trip across the river Brett, Andy, Kevin, Gary and I did a lot of riding around our neighborhoods, riding around the school, alleys, the beach and even making our way across town thru untraveled alleys ways to ride with other kids we went to school with. Andy’s parents had a beach cabin and his dad drove a 71 El Camino we would load our bikes in quite a few weekends for riding up and down the beach.
Andy and I didn’t live far apart, we would ride down an alley to each others house. One day we noticed an older guy working on a motorcycle under his carport, he waved at us to come over. His name is Sam and he recognized me as his paper boy, his bike was a Yamaha RT1 360 that was stripped down to a dirt bike. His big back yard was all tore up from him riding his bike, it was a good sized oval going around a fig tree in the very back then back towards the house. He told us to ride if we wanted to, we did and would stop and stare at that big 360. After watching us for a while he offered us to ride his bike, I thought it was too big for me but he urged me to give it a try. I’m sure his coaxing me to ride it didn’t take long for me to jump off my bike and onto his. I kick started that bad boy to life feeling the power and vibration immediately. I was really enjoying myself riding that 360cc motorcycle, it was starting to feel comfortable to me. I would roll on the throttle a little harder with each pass around the fig tree hitting 2 gear before I would have to shut it down making the other turn. It was great feeling the power of this bike while power sliding a little and the front wheel coming up at the same time. Wow, I was hooked on that power and wanted more. Sam was a cool dude.
The dead end street I lived on was not a curb & gutter street, it had ditches. When it rained hard it would hold water for a few hours until it drained off. It had been raining pretty hard one day and the ditches were full. After it stopped raining Brett and I decided it would be fun to get that old door my dad had to be thrown away and use it to ski in the ditch. We were pulling each other with my Kawasaki 75 when Lonnie came around the corner from work on his 1971 Suzuki T500 Titan, passing by he could see that we were having fun. I’m sure he was saying to himself: I’ll show those little shits some fun! He pulled into our drive way dropping his lunch box then came back and tied the rope to the back of his bike. We were having a great time with my 75cc Kawasaki but let me tell you when he fired up the 500cc 2stroke twin cylinder it was a whole different ball game. That bike was moving us up and down that ditch like you wouldn’t believe, we were now having a fantastic time!
Later on that summer I rode with Lonnie on his bike (I rode Bitch before I even knew what that was) from our parents home in Port Arthur to Corpus Christi see our sister Linda and brother in law who just had a baby girl, Tara. It was a 300 miles each way and Lonnie was riding that bike screaming fast down the highway there and back. It was awesome and I loved the speed. I wanted more and it was only a matter of time until I would be old enough to do the same.
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