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Raymaines
| | Posted on Monday, December 10, 2001 - 10:49 pm: | 
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"honda 305 street scrambler . . . . .high pipes w/snuffrnots"
Snuffrnots ---- YES!! Was that some kind of high tech shit or what? |
Newfie_Buell
| | Posted on Monday, December 10, 2001 - 11:26 pm: |
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I agree with Fireman Jim, can never have too many bikes.
Trying to convince the wife on a different Buell for each day of the week.
These stories are real interesting, keep them comming and thanks for the tip on the OLD CB. |
Dueller
| | Posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 12:58 am: |
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While visiting a cousin in south Georgia in the mid '60s he let me ride on the back of an Allstate scooter we dirt tracked all over his parents' farm. Shortly thereafter may father was transferred to Augsburg, Germany...bugged him until he "bought" me a mid-'50s DKW 125 solid rear suspension street bike for a carton of Marlboros. Went immediately to the base auto hobby shop for mods as a dirt bike; i.e., "bobbed" fenders, lights ripped off, etc (there was a world class motoX track about 4 miles from the base). Moved up to a similarly modified DKW 175 after hand-grenading the motor on the 125 during my dad's quest for more power ("hey son lets try pouring a little ether in the pre-mix"). Then a legit Zundap 50cc motoX bike with Earles front forks. Back to the states 2 years later and got a new Honda S50 modified for TT racing; Honda S90 flattracker/TT bike....every body laughed at my up on the pegs riding style learned in Yurrup (Roger Decoster was not here yet); Hodaka Combat Wombat (complete with the Camo air cleaner); Bultaco 125 Pursang; Suzuki TM250 then the EVIL ORANGE RM370 (talk about tank slapper!). Off to college; away from bikes. Back into dirt bikes in the early 80's with Honda CR 250...first outing resulted not one but two simultaneous broken arms...power band about 3 RPMS wide came on in a hurry during that 4th gear wheelie; recovered; first race afterwards=broken collar bone; recovered; then broken leg....decided I was too close to 30 to die; sold it. Brother acquired a 883 Hugger and an S&S motored softtail I rode about 2 years ago and began thinking about a bike of my own....newly divorced and middle aged (Yeah, like I'm gonna make it to 90) I started looking for a street bike of my own. Always liked the Buells but didn't think I could afford one...Picked up a cosmetically tired but mechanically sound M2 for a song in April 2001. 10 days later found a pristine Nuc/Molten S1 I had to have. Can you say "HOOKED?" Between the two I've logged 12,000 miles in about 8 months. And to think my dad let my brother and I get into dirt biking to get the bug out of our system young so we wouldn't want street bikes later on....he now realizes he just planted the seed. Thanks Dad! |
Sybren
| | Posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 06:49 am: |
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The first time I set eyes upon a Buell I was sold. I thought it would be too strong for a first bike so to get some drivers experience I bought an old suzuki GXsomething. Hated the thing. Broke down every 30 miles. So one month later I bought a Red Stripe X1. The thing that really sold the bike was that it was production number 69  |
Henrik
| | Posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 11:37 am: |
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Started out on Euro 50cc mopeds - hopped up the motor by "decking" the head on a flat concrete surface and splitting the multilayer metal head gasket in half; then drill out the "plugged" carburetor and off we went. Got my MC license in the Army, had a few crashes 1) because of crappy bikes - BSA 350 Single - detuned for military duty; we had 2 each to make sure at least one would run 2) because of strange "twitch" in my right hand So it took me another 10 years before I got back on bikes: a Suzuki Savage I bought the summer of '92 after a bad break-up. Toured the French Alps for about a month.
My final lapse into the money-sucking pit which is motorcycles was an '82 FXRS Lowrider, rubber mounted Shovelhead. After lots of $$$ I traded it in on an '89 Evo Lowrider ... more money ... in '97 after demo riding Buells for a day at the York Open House I ordered my S3 ... then found a screaming deal on a '96 S2 and have since picked up an SV 650 for track days.
Now all this wouldn't be so bad if I could just leave a perfectly good and well functioning bike alone, but I enjoy the tinkering almost as much as riding, so none of my bikes stay stock for long - and that's were the big money go. Ain't it fun
Henrik |
Buellish
| | Posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 01:32 pm: |
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The year was '67,my jeans were dark blue and would
stand up by themselves.I was wearing a turtle neck
and my first Levi jacket.Dad took my brother and me to the Honda shop one saturday morning.You passed Skeltons Harley Davidson on the way,but he
wouldn't stop."You meet the nicest people on a Honda", besides the boys that ride those things are always in trouble.
He bought a P50 and a pair of tire racks that went on the bumper of the '64 Catalina.We got it home and endured the lecture about sharing and not
going out of our little corner of town.I was the oldest and therefore first.Be back in an hour and a half,then it's your brothers turn.I got to the bottom of the hill and around the corner and stopped to turn up the collar of the Levi jacket
and light a Camel.I was 12 going on 13 and at long last I was a biker!
We finally figured out you couldn't be cool on a bike with pedals and saved enough paper route money to buy a Honda 150 Dream.It looked like a real motorcycle!It wasn't long before my brother
found football and lost interest in riding but I couldn't get enough!After the two Honda's I had a Suzuki 400 TM long enough to know that I wasn't into dirt riding,so I bought a '75 H2 750(it's amazing I didn't kill myself on this wheelie monster).Got so many tickets after I moved to a town in South Georgia,that I sold the H2 and had no bike for two months.I was going thru motorcycle
withdrawal and started going to M/C dealers on Sunday and peering through the windows.I bought a
'78 1/2 Superglide and within a year also had an '80 model 80" FLH.I had the bagger for 20 years
but totaled it doing a head on into a Honda Accord.Broke my hip and couldn't walk for four months.Got a '71 BSA 650 Thunderbolt,a BMW/7 and had several Japenese cruisers that I kept for a couple of months and then resold.
Now I have a '96 S2T that is the perfect bike for
the roads of North Georgia.But somehow I dont think this storys over yet..........
Mike |
Sarodude
| | Posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 02:07 pm: |
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Da Woman twisted my arm into getting a bike 'cause she didn't want to ride alone. The day she bought her Blast she bought me one too.
I had resisted the call of the motorcycle for years. Being a racer, I figured (at best) I'd get myself into lots of trouble.
I've only ridden 3 bikes - the Blast, some Honda at the MSF course, and a Firebolt (drool...).
-Saro |
Rick_A
| | Posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 07:03 pm: |
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Wow, man...that's one cool woman you've got |
Lake_Bueller
| | Posted on Tuesday, December 11, 2001 - 11:01 pm: |
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I rode a number of friends scoots but never had one of my own until about 5 years ago. Call it an early mid-life crisis. At that point, I already had the SUV and convertable. The bike was the next logical toy. Bought an old Kawi EX500 from an employee (college student that REALLY needed money). Paid $700 for the bike. I rode that for a year and went for the license. Got the license and sold the EX for $900. Bought a Ninji 600 for $1500. Rode that for one season. The thing was a piece o' s*#t!!! Sold it for $1750.
I spent the next 5 months searching for that "perfect" bike. I thought the Duc ST4 was that bike...too expensive. Maybe a BMW...couldn't find one I liked. Triumph...find the perfect bike??? On my way to "think things over" before signing the papers, I stopped at the Buell dealer. I had never seen a Buell before that point. Into the showroom I go. There before my eyes is a yellow S3T with nuculear blue frame and rims. COOL BIKE but....I was 30 and getting older. A yellow and blue bike (maybe not). The salesman tells my there is a demo bike out back getting washed if I wanted to wait. Why not, I wasn't in an hurry. In the meantime, he's telling me how cool these bikes are (typical salesman). After about 15 minutes, they roll out this thing of beauty!!!! A black S3T with a gray frame and PM rims The hotrod I've always wanted.
I quick test ride. Signed the papers within an hour.
I'll probably have other bikes but my S3T will ALWAYS be my first love!!! |
Choptop
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 12, 2001 - 10:14 pm: |
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It was all downhill after this...
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Bullitt
| | Posted on Wednesday, December 12, 2001 - 11:30 pm: |
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Chop, a picture is worth a thousand words! Fabulous! If ever a snapshot captured the fun of riding, that one has to be it.
Kevin |
Blake
| | Posted on Thursday, December 13, 2001 - 05:24 am: |
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Chop: Get someone to snap a similar pic of you on your TBolt. That would be too cool.
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Bomber
| | Posted on Thursday, December 13, 2001 - 11:28 am: |
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Buellish
GREAT story . . .sounds so familiar . . . .I'd forgotten about self-standing dungarees . . . . I wanted a pair of engineer boots SOOOO badly (aka Hood Boots) . . .. . .
fianlly got a pair 4 years ago . . . . weren't anything as cools as I thought, and heavy as hell, but I got em! |
Shooter
| | Posted on Thursday, December 13, 2001 - 05:52 pm: |
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12 or 13 yrs old. Honda QA 50.no footpegs and a vise grip for a shifter.Bought it for $25 and sold it for $50. |
S320002
| | Posted on Saturday, December 15, 2001 - 07:34 pm: |
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1975 Honda CB400F. Bought it band new for $1,000 at Strarks Honda Shop in Prairie du Chiene, Wisconsin. The reline on this thing was 10,000 but I pegged the tach at 13,500 more than once. With a set of Jardine headers and rejetted carbs it made some pretty wild music. |
Rapid49
| | Posted on Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 07:24 pm: |
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I started out with a minibike with a three horse Brigs(traded my pellet gun for it.)When I was 11.(1970) Between then and now I've had a honda cub 50,trail 70,Kawasaki 90 enduro,two Kaw 125s,Montesa 250,CB350four,Kaw 750H2 triple(my first taste of real speed!)Kaw500H1 triple,Kaw900Z1B(By now its 1979,I also had my first dragracing experiance at the track with this bike)Then I had several honda 750s two sohc and one K model. After circle track racing stock cars for 8 years being bikless during this time I ventured back into dirt bikes. I got a sweet deal on a XR500R what a fun play bike! also had a YZ125 Then came My honda CB1100f one of my favorites until I testrode a S1 which brings to where I am today the proud owner of a 98S1,Evan |
Oldman
| | Posted on Sunday, March 24, 2002 - 08:19 pm: |
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yea, the miny bike is where it started, then came the suzuki 50 that looked like a 100 because of the big wheels. then getting to ride my brothers scrabler around was allways cool. next came the 550 four that i had when i was in the navy, of which i chopped, through ape hangers on it, king queen seat and even had them put on a real rear harley rim so i can say i had a part of one on my bike and best of all the 4 into 2 turnouts. of course there was the honda 250 trials, my brothers kz 1000 ltd for a while, then about 10 years later my buddy let me take his shovel flh with a foot clutch and tank shifter for a ride and that was it. never looked at another jap bike since. first came my 83 fxrt, got my wife a 2000 fxd, then came my 2001 flhtcui, got rid of the fxd, got a trike kit for the ultra for the old lady instead, cause she wasn't comfortable on two wheels. went to sturgis, test road a buell and here i am with my 02 m2l, and unable to wait to get me a firebolt one day. |
Dynarider
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 06:48 pm: |
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First bike I ever had was an Arctic cat minibike, purple with that funky leopard print seat. felt like I was doing 100 mph out in the fields, course I was only about 7 yrs old.
First actual motorcycle I had was a 1962 Puch, big old single cylinder 2 stroker. Had what almost looked like a notched nail that you inserted into the top of the headlite for a key. Paid $50 for it & beat it all around town, couldnt leave town as it would never go faster than 45 mph. |
Bluzm2
| | Posted on Wednesday, March 27, 2002 - 11:38 pm: |
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Greg,
I'm helping my neighbor do a restoration on an old Artic Cat right now!
It has the two stroke two speed Saxonette motor in it. It was made by Sachs. Same purple tank and leapord skin print seat! I'm trying to find a throttle cable for the bugger.
Brad |
Dynarider
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 01:44 am: |
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See if you can post a pic of it. Havent seen one of those things in over 30 yrs. |
Al_Lighton
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 10:58 am: |
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Immediately after I turned 16 in '75, my best friend Karl was selling his 1969 slozuki 200 twin 2-stroke street bike. It had the backwards looking tank with chrome sides and rubber knee-pads that was the popular styling cue in the late 60s, was pretty noisy but mechanically sound, no brakes or suspension by modern standards, bowling ball hard cheng-shin type tires. I asked my dad if I could buy a motorcycle, I knew better than to even THINK about asking my mom! His only answer was that if I bought a bike, he wouldn't pay for insurance or registration or any such thing. That answer of course meant "YES!" and 15 mintues later the bike was parked in our driveway instead of Karl's. I think my mom and dad ended up having a big "discussion" about it that night, but I told them I already gave the money to Karl.
And life has never been the same since. I've never NOT had at least one bike since that day.
Al |
Blackbuellm2
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 12:06 pm: |
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Goodness what memories this brings forth. Early model Jap scrambler bikes, ragged running Euro bikes, homegrown minibikes, and a dream of finding the perfect motorcycle I still chase to this day. My first m/c was a Bennelli minibike. It had the ability to be folded up in to a small package that Dad could stuff in the backseat of our Cessna. My brother and I both learned the joy and freedom a motorcycle could grant you on that little scoot. Round and round we’d ride it in the back yard until all the grass was worn away and a smooth dirt groove marked our course. Dad got pretty tired of listening to it after a while and exiled us to the dirt field across the street. It was there I would pretend I was Jim Pomeroy or Roger Decoster as I flew off of the two-foot jumps we’d made. One thing led to another and a series of lawn and odd jobs that allowed me to buy a used Yamaha DT125 off of a friends older brother. Dad bought me a set of real knobbies for my birthday and a genuine motocross racer was born. Damm I miss those days. The town was still small enough that the cops would let us ride on the streets out to the canyon where the track was. Two up on that poor Yamaha, lunches packed, water in a coke bottle, ands a gas can balanced in the passengers lap. I have to give my father and his unwavering and indulgent support to me in my youth as I learned life’s lessons a heaping pile of credit for shaping the man of today. He stood between Mom’s objections and my dreams and desires and balanced the two with loving wisdom. I’ll never forget the day he showed up at the track on a Honda CL350 of his own and we spent the day chasing around and around the track. That damm 350 was so much faster then my 125 the only way I could keep him behind me was to drag my feet and create so much dust he couldn’t see to pass.
The cycles I’ve been privileged to own are too many to list them all here. Yet no matter how typical or mundane each and every one of them has had its own unique personality. Not a bad one in the bunch, none I truly regret spending the money on. In our collection today our Buell reminds me of the motorcycling life I’ve come to love the most. Fun loving, forgiving, at times obnoxious, distinctive, and always ready to go for a ride. And I have to say the Buell has attracted a class of people unlike any I have ever met. The best people I know, period. What a ride, can’t wait to see what’s on the horizon for tomorrow.
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Bluzm2
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 12:27 pm: |
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Todd,
Very nicely stated!
Made me remember my youth as well.
Very simular, right down to the LEO's looking the other way as we rode to our riding areas.
I really wish my kids had the same opportunities I had. If I fired up a dirt bike in my neighborhood, the badges would be there within 5 minutes..
My how times have changed.......
Brad |
Mikej
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 01:41 pm: |
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Our local LEO's never looked the other way, they just knew it wasn't worth the chase to try and get us ... uh, usually. Lot's of fun with the city cops if you knew where all the neighborhood trails were and the occaisional hidey-hole when they called in backup. Not that I would ever do such a thing, but I did hears rumors of such activity. 
Hey, Brad, bet we could set up a real nice Trials course in your back yard.
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Cowboy
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 07:02 pm: |
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My God what memoerys
1. 49 harley
2.53 Indian
3.56 harley
4.56 BSA(It out ran my Harley so I had to have one
5.60 Trimph
6,64 Norton... to many to name
NOTE. saddest day in my lifewhen Norton closed down......Happiest day I discoverd BUELL
Cowboy |
S2pengy
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 08:03 pm: |
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Blake I hope you don't mind this is a true story I wrote a while back and I think it fits...
As a youth of 14 my first experience with ownership of a running two wheeler was with a Heath Kit Boonie Bike. For those unfamiliar Heath Kit was an electronics do-it-yourself kit producer that for some unknown reason decided to sell a mini-bike in kit form during the mid-sixties.
Having saved all my paper route money, I sent away and received a very large box with instructions of assembly. Everything was in pieces except the 5 horsepower Briggs and Stratton engine... After assembly came the next challenge, I lived on the third floor of a step only apartment building so with the promise of free rides several extra hands were enlisted.
Soon I was exploring different areas of my neighborhood with my close friend Jim. After meeting a kid our age, Ronnie, with a Honda 50 mini-trail we became a regular biker gang.
Soon we were wearing cut-off Levi jackets with skull patches and our nicknames embroidered above the pockets. We had seen the Wild Ones way too many times... A favorite riding spot was a five acre brush covered area with a tree house where we attempted jumps and high speed cornering.
We had never had any run-ins with the cops but one day that changed. Two squad cars came and we attempted to allude capture but of course we were caught... We were unceremoniously shoved into the Police Cars, our bikes placed in the trunks. Off to the Police Station we went with visions of Juvenile Jail dancing in our heads. We were scared to death. But also wondering what all the fuss was about.
At the Police Station we were brought to the Desk Sargent who informed us we were in Big Trouble, but wouldn't tell us what we had done, he took our names, addresses and phone numbers. We were then placed in a cell. Meanwhile our bikes were unloaded and the Cops were taking turns riding them around the outside of the Police Station, which really pissed us off.
Ronnie was small enough to squeeze between the jail cell bars and wandered off to get something to drink.. A couple of minutes later he returned with three Cokes. One of the Cops came back to get us and did a double take when he spotted the empty bottles of Coke.
We were taken back to the Desk Sargent where Ronnie's Father was waiting. The scowl on his face said a lot, he had left work to come and get us. He had convinced the Desk Sargent that the bikes weren't stolen and that we would no longer terrorize the neighborhood... We loaded up the bikes and were taken home.
My interest in off road bikes wained quite a bit after that and about a year later I sold the Heath Kit Boonie Bike.
Now you may be asking "what is the point of the story?" My ten year old son has a Honda 50 and is only allowed to ride it on our property, but he brought home the Police while going on an illegal excursion in our subdivision. Instead of just lecturing him the Cop gave him a ticket requiring him to appear in Juvenile Court and if he didn't take a Driver Training Course he would lose his right to a Drivers License !!!! He got the s__t scared out of him and had to pay $35.. Like Father like Son???
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Bluzm2
| | Posted on Thursday, March 28, 2002 - 11:42 pm: |
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Great story Todd, thanks for sharing it with us.
Brad |
Court
| | Posted on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 06:09 am: |
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Todd:
GREAT STORY and too funny!
I was 8 when Tim Newell and I got nabbed on his Rupp mini bike. Officer sat in Newell's living room writing tickets, Tim crying as his folks lectured us and a couple weeks later the ordeal was repeated in traffic court.
Must be some universal needs to teach kids a lesson!
See ya on the Salt!
Court |
Anonymous
| | Posted on Friday, March 29, 2002 - 06:32 pm: |
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Todd, true stories are the best kind and that was a GOOD one!!! Thanks. |
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