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Discussion in 'Old's Cool' started by Backlund, Oct 20, 2019.
Either somebody lost a bet or took the dare.
Holiday in Greece with first proper girlfriend in 1989, best day I had in the week was out on my own on this hire bike, mountains and wild honey, great day.
Dumped girlfriend on the flight home...............
Yep, I had a Kawasaki Mach IV squeak in the middle lane of an expressway at about 70 mph. Got the clutch in with it sideways and jumped off when down to a running speed and ran diagonally across the highway with it to the shoulder. Traffic was light in the seventies on Oklahoma expressways (not any longer). I don't ride center lanes after that.
That behavior was quite normal back then!! Imagine the youths of today being told 'Well yes it's a great bike but it could let go any minute so always keep a finger on the clutch'
I was really lucky with mine, I was flat in top in fast lane and it locked up dead straight and either I got the clutch in quick enough or the clutch gave out. Coasted to a junction, left it in a hedge covered up with branches and managed to sell it to a mate in the pub that night for £50 so I never even had to go pick it up.
I bought a 1970 Kawasaki A7 Avenger 350 in 1975, because it seized up in front of my house.
While the owner was loudly cussing it I ran out and waved $50 at the guy.
Hope she had a chute
Late 1984, brand new 1985 CR500 and blaring from the van tape deck with its huge Jensen speakers; I get up and nothin' gets me down...........blaring in my head going up the face of a high speed rocket launcher............Might as well jump, go ahead and jump...........!
This was taken only two decades ago. I bought my new Hayabusa in the dead of winter in 2000, brought it home on a reasonably nice day for a South Dakota January, parked it in our shed just in time for winter to freeze and snow us back in.
So there I was, with a brand new, fastest damn production motorcycle in the world, and couldn't ride it for several weeks until the next temperature break came along.
So I finally got to ride my new missile, brought along a very small, and very cheap camera and snapped this selfie shot while running the bike down highway 79, just south of Rapid City. I had that bike for the next three years, racking up 37,000 miles on it, with only two speeding tickets, though to my credit, one was a 102 in a 65 zone...just a tick over half rpm in 6th on that bike. My busa was an early year production 2000 model, and wasn't speed restricted at that point, though shortly thereafter they were....as if 187 wasn't fast enough anyway.
Me in 1971, just north of Phoenix. Bike is my ‘67 Suzuki X6 Scrambler, much modified.
Some new ones
1973 on my brothers 305 Dream.
me in my 78 XS 750, my first real Mc above 500 cc and same bike at speed. Not in order obviously
November 1968 -putting it away for the winter
Mk I A-H Sprite?
This is me on my then fairly new 1987 FJ1200 at Laguna Seca for the USGP in April of 1989. That tent was the Flag Room. The Flag Room was a ticket upgrade, as I recall $145 for the weekend, that included all food and drink, (beer and wine too), you wanted; and closed circuit coverage of the race.
We drove 48 hours straight through from Atlanta to get there, stayed at the Pine Inn in Carmel.