102....That is the address of what I now call Buddy's Home for Wayward Motorcycles. Coincidentally also the average temp of my last fever. I can't seem to resist a bargain. I also can't seem to resist impossible projects. I mean the Tiger is so reliable I don't know what to do with myself. Idle hands are the Devils playthings.. or some such nonsense.
First there was the 1974 Honda Elsinore MT125..CL ad says it runs, has title, needs work..$300..
$300 runs and somebody still has the title..Sign me up..
|Check out the Gorilla Tape racing inspired custom seat|
ATGATT...Start em young..
He proceeded to run it wide open into a tree and bent the forks I just replaced first time out. Lesson of the day "You go where you look" I hate teaching moments like that.
Then we have this latest offering....1983 Honda CR60R...Awesome machine when they were new.. Prolink Suspension..talked it down to $100.. No spark may need stator..
Ordered used replacement stator.. replaced. now starts but clutch won't disengage..disassemble, clean and reassemble clutch.. now it has no idle...Intake is cracked and obsolete...not just unavailable.. basically use your imagination to fabricate a replacement part.
So, If you have a deal on a motorcycle that probably ought to be in a wrecking yard...I might be interested in trying to rebuild it... I sound like a teenage girl trying to save the BAD BOYS..( don't ask me how I know this.. that is another story). Buddy's Home for Wayward Motorcycles.. It just might be my own personal Hell.. or the downward spiral into madness..
Reminds me of the C.W. McCall song...Classified.
"I was thumbin' through the want ads of the Shelby County Tribune, when this Classified advertisement caught my eye. 1955 Chevrolet 1/2 ton pickup truck. Will sell or swap for a Hide-A-Bed and 35 bucks."
I think maybe I should stay away from Craigslist...