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Title: This Week's Story, April 21st
Post by: mhershon on April 21, 2021, 01:57:27 PM
Sixty Years Ago

I started riding in 1962, surprising no one more than myself. I'd never imagined I'd be a motorcyclist, never dreamed about bikes. I lusted after sports cars, sanitized, middle-class motorsport.

My vision of sixties sports-motoring was reading Road & Track and listening to hi-fi records of Stirling Moss downshifting. It was cloth caps, thin-soled shoes and tweed jackets with elbow patches. It was waving at other import drivers.

Sadly, sports cars of the era, even MGs and Triumphs, were expensive to buy and maintain. I thought I might never own a truly exciting automobile.

Then in '61 I bought an Austin 850, one of the first Minis that came to the US. Though great fun to drive, that mousy gray car looked strange indeed on early-'60s American roads, dwarfed even by the crummy new "compacts" Detroit reluctantly produced.

After a year or so, wildly overreaching, I traded the Mini for an old Jag, a lovely XK120 fixed-head. It promised paradise and delivered hell-fire. I sold it, a non-runner, its head gasket blown. I couldn't afford to fix it.

Just by chance, the guy who bought it and towed it away was the owner of the Honda-BSA-BMW store in Indianapolis, my hometown. That coincidence may have been the turning point of my life.

He paid me so little for the crippled Jag he felt sorry for me, offering a good deal on any bike I might want. His proposition couldn't have tempted me less. I wanted a TR-3 or MGA. I figured I'd join a club and compete in low-key rallies.

I'd never known a motorcyclist. I hadn't seen The Wild Ones, but I knew all about bikers. Unwashed misfits, rednecks and outlaws, right? Harley riders. Guys with jailhouse tattoos who pumped gas and dated thin-faced truckstop waitresses.

I never shook that B-movie image of Harley riders until they metamorphosed into today's Diner's Club bikers, so inauthentic they're as distasteful as ever. I don't get it, I guess. Not that my distaste has hurt the Motor Company any. Perhaps provoking the distaste of guys like me is a secret of their success.

Months later, I realized I did after all desperately want a bike, a Honda CB77, a 305cc sporty unit called a Super Hawk. What had come over me? I'd told a friend about the offer. The friend, a car and bike freak who may never have ridden a motorcycle, raved about the technical aspects of those Hondas.

Get one, he said, they're SO cool! They have electric starters, big alloy brakes, adjustable foot-pegs, overhead cams, high redlines and unbelievable performance for 18 cubic inch motorcycles.

Listening to him, I became excited too. When I appeared at the Honda shop to purchase a CB77, the owner offered me an even better deal on a rarer, harder-to-sell 250cc version, so I bought a CB72 Hawk. More horsepower per cc, I told myself. Sportier.

Despite its technical sophistication, it was still a motorcycle. In an hour, I'd become a redneck outlaw misfit myself. I had no friends who rode, no one to show me the ropes, no one to hang out with at the Dog 'n' Suds.

I visited the Harley shop and felt like a spy from another America. Guys wore ship-captain's hats and motorcycle cop pants with white stripes down the legs. They talked about "laying down" their motorsickles when the brakes wouldn't work. They called their wives "mom." Kids were "young 'uns."

You "rared back and romped down" on a rubber bicycle pedal to start those 74s. Most had sprung seats that looked awfully John Deere, and rigid rear ends. Footboards. White sidewall tires. Hey, I'd only been an ex-Jag owner for a few days. 

But there was a Triumph shop in town as well as a BSA store, and guys who rode narrow, agile, imported motorcycles. Those guys could read and write. Their ride destinations were not exclusively taverns.

They were wary of my Japanese bike but willing to cut me slack; I might be okay despite my ride. I'd trade up for a Bonnie or Atlas soon enough, they thought.

I rode that 250 to Tucson, Arizona, about 1500 miles in three days. In Oklahoma on Route 66 a woman at the desk in a small-town hotel suggested I roll my bike into the lobby for the night. I must've thought that happened all the time but it's never happened to me again.

The third day, the Honda's clutch began slipping at speed. In New Mexico, a guy in a hardware store-Honda shop put a warranty clutch in my bike as I watched. He'd probably never serviced a Honda ridden in from so far away. Imagine.

I was a 15 cubic inch pioneer, and it was easy.

I rode from Tucson to northern California, hanging out around San Francisco for several months toward the end of the beatnik era, five years before the Summer of Love. There was love enough even then. When the love went south, I headed east toward home.

Still in California, I stopped at a roadside cafe. As I looked out the window, a pickup and trailer pulled in. On the trailer were two Harley KR flat-trackers, a miler and a half-miler. I'm not claiming I knew that at the time. 

The driver came in, we struck up a conversation, and before you knew it my sleek red Honda was loaded on the trailer between the two scruffy but serious-looking flatheads. We were rolling east, 1,500 miles east.

On that trip I learned how different are the guys who race Harleys from the guys spillin' beer in the stands, or hanging around the shops.

The flat-track racer dropped me off in Illinois. I rode home and soon sold the Honda. Remembering my old lust for British machinery, I bought a Velo Endurance, basically a Velo Scrambler with lights. Well, lighting apparatus.

In the U.S. at that time you could ride your Velo 1,000 miles and never see another Velocette. If you rode it at night, you couldn't see anything at all...

Title: Re: This Week's Story, April 21st
Post by: steffen on April 21, 2021, 02:53:46 PM
Great story. Thanks for sharing
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Post by: LowRyter on April 21, 2021, 03:21:58 PM
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Post by: leroysch on April 21, 2021, 07:55:52 PM
Got quite a few chuckles out of that...thanks.
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Post by: Dave Swanson on April 21, 2021, 08:21:05 PM
We do need a like button around here.   :laugh:
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Post by: oldbike54 on April 21, 2021, 08:28:50 PM

Title: Re: This Week's Story, April 21st
Post by: skippy on April 21, 2021, 08:34:07 PM
We do need a like button around here.   :laugh:

Yes we do.

That was a great story and very well written. Thanks for sharing.

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Post by: JayDee24ca on April 21, 2021, 08:53:01 PM
Well done! A very good read. Thanks!
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Post by: ohiorider on April 21, 2021, 08:55:27 PM
So well-written!  Brought tears to my eyes as it made me recall some of my mid-1960 adventures on my BSA Spitfire Scrambler.  Maybe I should have made this a separate thread, but the excellent story telling in this post just gave me the inspiration to post it here.

I'll let you guys fill in the blanks on all that could have happened riding from Charleston WV to McAllen TX in August of 1966.  I've attached a rough map of my route down and back.  Not a bunch of Interstate then.  I was still in college, and working part time at a Dodge-Chrysler dealership.  A day or so before departing, I asked one of the mechanics if he'd ever ridden or driven to Texas,  "Well, as I recall, I went through Knoxville, Chattanooga, Birmingham ................... ....... "  Didn't pick up a road map until I had made it to Birmingham, Alabama.

One hell of a trip, and I have so many fond memories of this ride.


(https://i.ibb.co/z8w8zDZ/1966-ride-to-texas-on-the-bsa.jpg) (https://ibb.co/z8w8zDZ)
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Post by: redhawk47 on April 21, 2021, 09:42:51 PM
Great story.
I too was a sports car guy in my twenties.  A MGA and then a MGB - lots of stories. And several other British sport cars that were fix and flips.  One that I coveted was a XK120 fixed head coupe.  Fortunately I received some good advise from an older guy who ran a European car repair shop: "Don't buy a Jaguar until you have owned at least a half dozen British cars."
When I got out of the Air Force and went to college I didn't have the money for sport cars.  I started working in bicycle shops and bicycle racing and touring became my life.  I had a couple of motorcycles, they were fun, but I didn't ride them very much.  I got into mountain bikes at the beginning, that was my main interest for quite a while.  Twenty years ago the Dual-sport motorcycle bug bit, really hard.  I still do some mild DS, but now it is mostly touring, about 10,000 miles a year.

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Post by: Scout63 on April 21, 2021, 09:58:31 PM
We do need a like button around here.   :laugh:

Thanks once more Maynard.  I was three when it all went down.  My stories start in the late 70ís.  Music was worse but motorcycles were oil tight and started making serious power.

There is a like button Dave,  Itís in the top right corner.
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Post by: Guzikid on April 21, 2021, 11:16:48 PM
  We have alot of similarities as I started riding in 1962 also.  In school all the guys read Hot Rod and etc., not me I was reading Cycle and finally Cycle World when it started.  I've owned 74 different bikes in my exciting motorcycle career ! I've enjoyed every one of them and traveled here and there always looking for adventure trying out flat track, road racing, moto cross, trials and drag racing.  I loved anything that involved motorcycles.  Worked at various motorcycle shops too.  It was in my genes as my mom rode motorcycles back in 1938 and my dad did to after WW2.  I could sit around and talk about my motorcycle exploits for days.........and my story continues as the Good Lord does not deduct from man's allotted time those hours spent riding a motorcycle !  The Kid   :thumb:
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Post by: SED on April 23, 2021, 11:07:01 PM
Outstanding writing!  Great story.  Sold a Healey I'd owned 18 years (and could never afford to fix) to buy a motorbike...
Title: Re: This Week's Story, April 21st
Post by: egschade on April 24, 2021, 05:49:39 AM
Great story - thanks for sharing it! A friend had an tattered XK120 that spend more time on jack stands than on the road. Cool car to look at and fun when it did run. Looked about like this one but in black.

(https://i.ibb.co/FK8rrnP/1952-Jaguar-XK120-FHC-Barn-Find-Auction-001.jpg) (https://ibb.co/FK8rrnP)

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I have a kinda reverse story. Was on my 3rd motorcycle (Sachs 125 with link front suspension) by the time I bought my first car in 1974,  a poop-brown '68 Triumph GT6 thus starting my love/hate affair with British and Italian sports cars.

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Post by: 80CX100 on April 24, 2021, 08:04:43 AM

    Tks for sharing