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Posts tagged “z1r

A Trip Down Memory Lane.

G’day

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.

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Look Harder.

The sun filtered though the trees warming the brisk morning air as The Pillion and I followed the black ribbon that was Mt Nebo Road.  No one ahead of us, nor behind, and only the beat of the engine beneath us breaking the silence.

It was one of those surreal moments in time, when everything just flowed.

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Regrets… Well, Maybe One.

G’day

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.

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