I arrived home from work today to find a box full of old photos strewn all over the floor.
Yep, you guessed it, The Pillion got bored and was reminiscing about the old days.
In 1982 a couple of blokes were sitting at a pub in Toowong downing an ale or three while admiring their bikes.
One turns to the other and says. “We orta start a motorbike club”.
It seemed like every time we sailed through Nabiac on the Pacific Highway we’d always say the same thing as we passed the sign pointing to The National Motorcycle Museum of Australia. “We’ve gotta stop in their one day.”
Alas, we never did. Either we were pressed for time, the kids were asleep in the car, or we were in a plane and the hosties probably wouldn’t have appreciated us cracking open a door and bailing out for a look.
I don’t know too many riders from last century that didn’t own a CB (insert number here) Four at some stage of their riding career.
I wasn’t any different.
I owned an old Hoon*-da CB750 Four (K2) for a couple of years. I bought it as a basket case, and rebuilt it over twelve months.
You can read about it here.
The bike had its quirks; like those stupid little rubber grommet seal things that sat under the cam cradles.
When people think about classic bikes, they think about old Indians, Triumphs, AJS, Norton… bikes in that era. Yep they are definitely classics, and they have the price tags to go with them.
Sometimes I think about bikes I’ve owned, and even thought. “Wouldn’t it be great to have this or that bike again”.
This low-budget Australian film produced and directed by Sandy Harbutt was controversial in its day due to its nudity, strong language and violent themes, receiving an “R” rating from the censors.
I dunno, Aussies call ’em garage’s, the Kiwis call ’em sheds. Tomato/ Tomarto.