Steel, Fuel and Fire

I love motorcycles. When I was 11, my scoutmaster took me around town on his Harley (to this date I still have no idea how I convinced mom to let me) and ever since then I was hooked. I really like old motorcycles. I find them raw and powerful yet artistic and beautiful.

Well, this year I turned 31 and since I had wanted a motorcycle for 20 years, I figured it was about time. I didn't have any female authority figures in my life telling me couldn't, so that made it easier. Call it a mid-midlife crisis. I know what I wanted; something mid 70's or older, something I could tinker with so I could learn about bikes, something that I could fix up and restore and something for the amount of my tax return. I couldn't really financially justify buying a moto, so I made a deal with myself that I could spend whatever I got back on my tax return on the moto. But, the tax return had to cover the cost of the bike, insurance and any fixing up it needed. Needless to say, I looked hard for what I was going to get. Finally I found it in a small town on the Idaho/Utah border. My friend Keith and I drove up in his truck, talked the guy down $150 bucks and drove off in a new/old bike, a 1975 Honda CB Four 750.

Since then I have tinkered with it a bit and have rode it a lot. In just a few months I have already put in about 2,500 miles. Runs like a champ and the best thing is that people who know bikes always compliment me on mine. It’s an instant bond. I love it.

So I am going to strip the whole thing down during the winter and repaint and chrome the thing. My goal is to take it on a trip next summer, so feel free to invite me to your place ;) Here are a few good pics of the bike and some of the fun places and people I have been riding with. And yes, I have a gold 70's glitter helmet and am wearing Grndpa's old leather jacket.