1973 Yamaha TZ750 Prototype Road Racer #001 - Just in case the last TZ750 I posted was too common and inexpensive for you... You know I spend too much time thinking about this shit when I see the same bike come up for sale multiple times across several years.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Sunday, March 27, 2016
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Friday, March 25, 2016
Double Triple
You just don't see nearly enough Meriden Triumph triples running around these days. This one ought to hold you over for a little while.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Mentor Milestone
I learned through a relative of his that a pivotal childhood mentor turned 99 years old last week.
I've mentioned the Big Dig, my discovery of motorcycles and buying my first real bike here enough times to bore you to tears. I haven't however mentioned just how important my childhood neighbor was in both fostering a love of motorcycles and as a role model for how to be a great neighbor, friend father and grandfather. Mr "T****" was retired, had a large family of grown kids and several grand kids when I moved into the neighborhood. He spent a lot of time working in the yard always made it a point to say "Hi" and always had one of several remarkably cool dogs I had to pet. As a result we chatted about nothing much and everything A LOT. If it ever annoyed him I certainly never got the faintest idea that was the case. I learned he loved his family, cared about his neighbors and and is one of the finest men I've ever known. I learned he grew up in Maine, was a B-25 pilot in WWII (but wasn't overly enthusiastic about talking about it) and enjoyed owning and riding an Indian motorcycle as a young man. He also had (and still has I'm sure) a "Greatest Generation" work ethic and worked a full career as a machinist at GE. Every member of his family is a truly remarkably individual and as an adult I can now see it's because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
When I became motorcycle obsessed at the ripe old age of maybe 8 I bought an 80cc dirt bike with no real idea how I'd actually ride it in the sprawling metropolis of Albuquerque NM. I was incredibly lucky that he also rode 3 or 4 times per month, owned a van and was generous enough to regularly invite me along. I wasn't a very good trail rider but he was patient and never seemed to mind continually waiting along for me.
Before too long we made regular trips to the "Big Dig" (now known as Montessa Park) and many other local haunts. I eventually got so I could mostly keep up (as I recall he had some pretty serious riding chops) and despite the age difference I had a pretty good friend. He largely taught me to ride and absolutely taught me to ride responsibly. I not only learned to love motorcycles but found a life long outlet that kept me from driving a car like some of my idiot high school friends did. You learn pretty quickly how stupid is too stupid on a dirt bike. I really wish all kids could have a little of that before getting behind the wheel of a car or jumping on a street bike.
The closer I get to the age he was when we became riding buddies the more keenly aware I am it did involve a significant sacrifice on his part. It's not just motorcycles either. I became the spouse, father, neighbor and friend I am today in no small way by following his lead. I know him well enough to know he did none of this to get a "thank you." That said I still can't possibly thank him enough. I have zero doubt my brother would say all the same things. Mr. T, please know on this birthday you make that kind of impression on nearly every life you touch. I'd love to be able to say I will "pay it forward" someday, even if at only to a tiny fraction of the extent.
I've mentioned the Big Dig, my discovery of motorcycles and buying my first real bike here enough times to bore you to tears. I haven't however mentioned just how important my childhood neighbor was in both fostering a love of motorcycles and as a role model for how to be a great neighbor, friend father and grandfather. Mr "T****" was retired, had a large family of grown kids and several grand kids when I moved into the neighborhood. He spent a lot of time working in the yard always made it a point to say "Hi" and always had one of several remarkably cool dogs I had to pet. As a result we chatted about nothing much and everything A LOT. If it ever annoyed him I certainly never got the faintest idea that was the case. I learned he loved his family, cared about his neighbors and and is one of the finest men I've ever known. I learned he grew up in Maine, was a B-25 pilot in WWII (but wasn't overly enthusiastic about talking about it) and enjoyed owning and riding an Indian motorcycle as a young man. He also had (and still has I'm sure) a "Greatest Generation" work ethic and worked a full career as a machinist at GE. Every member of his family is a truly remarkably individual and as an adult I can now see it's because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
When I became motorcycle obsessed at the ripe old age of maybe 8 I bought an 80cc dirt bike with no real idea how I'd actually ride it in the sprawling metropolis of Albuquerque NM. I was incredibly lucky that he also rode 3 or 4 times per month, owned a van and was generous enough to regularly invite me along. I wasn't a very good trail rider but he was patient and never seemed to mind continually waiting along for me.
Before too long we made regular trips to the "Big Dig" (now known as Montessa Park) and many other local haunts. I eventually got so I could mostly keep up (as I recall he had some pretty serious riding chops) and despite the age difference I had a pretty good friend. He largely taught me to ride and absolutely taught me to ride responsibly. I not only learned to love motorcycles but found a life long outlet that kept me from driving a car like some of my idiot high school friends did. You learn pretty quickly how stupid is too stupid on a dirt bike. I really wish all kids could have a little of that before getting behind the wheel of a car or jumping on a street bike.
Big Dig |
The closer I get to the age he was when we became riding buddies the more keenly aware I am it did involve a significant sacrifice on his part. It's not just motorcycles either. I became the spouse, father, neighbor and friend I am today in no small way by following his lead. I know him well enough to know he did none of this to get a "thank you." That said I still can't possibly thank him enough. I have zero doubt my brother would say all the same things. Mr. T, please know on this birthday you make that kind of impression on nearly every life you touch. I'd love to be able to say I will "pay it forward" someday, even if at only to a tiny fraction of the extent.
My first bike beside the last bike my brother and I restored - a 1948 Indian Chief |
Daytona
I saw this image recently, I wish I could remember where so I could credit it. I did a good bit of searching around but no luck.
On the left is 1948 Daytona 200 winner Floyd Emde. On the right is Floyd with his son Don Emde at Daytona in 1971. Don went on to win Daytona in 1972.
On the left is 1948 Daytona 200 winner Floyd Emde. On the right is Floyd with his son Don Emde at Daytona in 1971. Don went on to win Daytona in 1972.
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Ran When Parked
1975 Yamaha TZ750-B - The 10 year old Yamaha 2 stroke (and Kenny Roberts) freak in me desperately wants to bring this bike home.
Why? This is why.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Long Travel
Ever wonder how trophy trucks do the same stupid things MX bikes seem to do?
Get the bodywork off of one and the answer becomes pretty clear... Pretty much the same way MX bikes do.
Get the bodywork off of one and the answer becomes pretty clear... Pretty much the same way MX bikes do.
Triumph Gearing
I was working out some gearing problems recently and stumbled across these factory service bulletins. I decided to post them in case I need to find them again at some point. This one applies to the 500cc models and this one is for the 650cc models. There is some other interesting stuff here, here and here. This gear ratio calculator is pretty damn helpful as well.
Sunday, March 20, 2016
VL Racer
From Cycle Zombies via Bubble Visor. I kinda love this bike, late tanks and all. Sort of the BT WR. Rob... Oppie Stables.
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Solvang Museum
Flathead Rob went to the Solvang Vintage Motorcycle Museum and all I got were these dumb pictures (only kidding, thanks Rob).
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