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Thumbs up Great - 07-06-2019, 09:29 PM

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I had an obsession strong enough to last 30 years with motorcycles.
I was forced to give it up when I lost my balance in 2004 due to some
post cancer neurology condition I've yet to learn what it might be.

This is the last motorcycle I built with my own hands, yes, I have the scars
on my knuckles to prove it. I also machined several of the one off parts,
and helped a frame company in Canada design the frame and bend the
frame tubes. It is loosely based on an FXR rubber mount system only
redesigned to have the soul of the FLH platform (poor old FXR never
did get any respect back then)

This is a 97" motorcycle with stock stroke and 3 13/16ths bore. It
features Delkron cases, S&S flywheels polished with Carrillo rods,
Axtell iron barrels thermocoated JE pistons Zippers oil pump, (one
feed line, two return lines with handmade oil tank to deal with it)
Bob Woods 9B cam, STD raised port 4 flange heads highly modified
by Dan Baisley of Portland, OR including roller rockers, 2.010 intake
and 1.94 exhaust valves (stock HD intakes are 1.94). Even the S&S
G series carb has been seriously modified to handle the air flow.

In other words, there ain't no Harley in this motor.

We hand made the header pipes and put on a set of supertrapp
"beer cans" that were designed for ATV racing quads.

We pulled 121 rear wheel horsepower with 116 ft lbs of torque
out of this motorcycle. I could only ever get it to go to 134 mph
before the valves floated on me (ie: I ran out of cam)

This motorcycle was built with the best of the best in the industry
in 1995 and fortunately for me, several people in the parts design
business wanted to be a part of this build, so some really unique
one off parts are on this bike.

Yes, I once loved motorcycles, now they are a memory.


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07-07-2019, 05:33 AM

Oh, stories.....I got plenty....here’s one of my favorites. I mentioned earlier about a bar called Applejacks on 84 in La Honda, home of the Merry Pranksters. 84 ends at the coast at 1 and there is a little general store there. From there to Applejacks about 12 miles. That section is flat and flowing and closer to Applejacks gets tighter.

Some riders left one day headed to Applejacks. At this time, I’m riding a 95 Ducati 900ss with some loud slipons. I left a few minutes later and was going to catch em before Applejacks.

Well, they were hauling ass........which meant I was really hauling ass to catch them. I was on the gas.......

Pulled into Applejacks just as they were getting off their bikes. Place was packed with bikes and riders. I was standing with my back to the street and was wondering why everyone was looking in my direction.

Well, I turn around to see a sheriff car with his lights on had pulled up behind me. Didn’t take much to figure out who they wanted. Two sheriffs gets out. One asked for my paperwork to run.

The other started to a be little chatting with me, being all friendly. First thing he said was “We heard coming ya before we saw, man I wasnt sure we were gonna make a few of those turns trying to catch ya”. A few more this and that and he slyly asks how fast I thought I was going.

My reply.......”35; the speed limit”. Kinda grins, goes ...no really how fast ya think, seems you were riding quite well.......again my reply..35; the speed limit.

That’s when the friendly face left him. That’s also when his partner came over after running my paperwork, finds nothing on me, hands me my paperwork and says...”We couldnt get a clock on how fast you were going, so don’t be doing the speed limit anymore” Off they go.

A turned around and a huge crowd was out watching all this go down and when they saw I got no ticket, there was a round of applause and a few beers bought for me.

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Song of the Sausage Creature - 07-07-2019, 05:39 AM

From Hunter S. Thompson....

There are some things nobody needs in this world, and a bright-red, hunch-back, warp-speed 900cc cafe racer is one of them - but I want one anyway, and on some days I actually believe I need one. That is why they are dangerous.

Everybody has fast motorcycles these days. Some people go 150 miles an hour on two-lane blacktop roads, but not often. There are too many oncoming trucks and too many radar cops and too many stupid animals in the way. You have to be a little crazy to ride these super-torque high-speed crotch rockets anywhere except a racetrack - and even there, they will scare the whimpering shit out of you... There is, after all, not a pig's eye worth of difference between going head-on into a Peterbilt or sideways into the bleachers. On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.

When Cycle World called me to ask if I would road-test the new Harley Road King, I got uppity and said I'd rather have a Ducati superbike. It seemed like a chic decision at the time, and my friends on the superbike circuit got very excited. "Hot damn," they said. "We will take it to the track and blow the bastards away."

"Balls," I said. "Never mind the track. The track is for punks. We are Road People. We are Cafe Racers."

The Cafe Racer is a different breed, and we have our own situations. Pure speed in sixth gear on a 5000-foot straightaway is one thing, but pure speed in third gear on a gravel-strewn downhill ess-turn is quite another.

But we like it. A thoroughbred Cafe Racer will ride all night through a fog storm in freeway traffic to put himself into what somebody told him was the ugliest and tightest decreasing-radius turn since Genghis Khan invented the corkscrew.

Cafe Racing is mainly a matter of taste. It is an atavistic mentality, a peculiar mix of low style, high speed, pure dumbness, and overweening commitment to the Cafe Life and all its dangerous pleasures... I am a Cafe Racer myself, on some days - and it is one of my finest addictions.

I am not without scars on my brain and my body, but I can live with them. I still feel a shudder in my spine every time I see a picture of a Vincent Black Shadow, or when I walk into a public restroom and hear crippled men whispering about the terrifying Kawasaki Triple... I have visions of compound femur-fractures and large black men in white hospital suits holding me down on a gurney while a nurse called "Bess" sews the flaps of my scalp together with a stitching drill.

Ho, ho. Thank God for these flashbacks. The brain is such a wonderful instrument (until God sinks his teeth into it). Some people hear Tiny Tim singing when they go under, and some others hear the song of the Sausage Creature.

When the Ducati turned up in my driveway, nobody knew what to do with it. I was in New York, covering a polo tournament, and people had threatened my life. My lawyer said I should give myself up and enroll in the Federal Witness Protection Program. Other people said it had something to do with the polo crowd.

The motorcycle business was the last straw. It had to be the work of my enemies, or people who wanted to hurt me. It was the vilest kind of bait, and they knew I would go for it.

Of course. You want to cripple the bastard? Send him a 130-mph cafe-racer. And include some license plates, he'll think it's a streetbike. He's queer for anything fast.

Which is true. I have been a connoisseur of fast motorcycles all my life. I bought a brand-new 650 BSA Lightning when it was billed as "the fastest motorcycle ever tested by Hot Rod magazine." I have ridden a 500-pound Vincent through traffic on the Ventura Freeway with burning oil on my legs and run the Kawa 750 Triple through Beverly Hills at night with a head full of acid... I have ridden with Sonny Barger and smoked weed in biker bars with Jack Nicholson, Grace Slick, Ron Zigler and my infamous old friend, Ken Kesey, a legendary Cafe Racer.

Some people will tell you that slow is good - and it may be, on some days - but I am here to tell you that fast is better. I've always believed this, in spite of the trouble it's caused me. Being shot out of a cannon will always be better than being squeezed out of a tube. That is why God made fast motorcycles, Bubba....

So when I got back from New York and found a fiery red rocket-style bike in my garage, I realized I was back in the road-testing business.

The brand-new Ducati 900 Campione del Mundo Desmodue Supersport double-barreled magnum Cafe Racer filled me with feelings of lust every time I looked at it. Others felt the same way. My garage quickly became a magnet for drooling superbike groupies. They quarreled and *****ed at each other about who would be the first to help me evaluate my new toy... And I did, of course, need a certain spectrum of opinions, besides my own, to properly judge this motorcycle. The Woody Creek Perverse Environmental Testing Facility is a long way from Daytona or even top-fuel challenge-sprints on the Pacific Coast Highway, where teams of big-bore Kawasakis and Yamahas are said to race head-on against each other in death-defying games of "chicken" at 100 miles an hour....

No. Not everybody who buys a high-dollar torque-brute yearns to go out in a ball of fire on a public street in L.A. Some of us are decent people who want to stay out of the emergency room, but still blast through neo-gridlock traffic in residential districts whenever we feel like it... For that we need Fine Machinery.

Which we had - no doubt about that. The Ducati people in New Jersey had opted, for some reasons of their own, to send me the 900ss-sp for testing - rather than their 916 crazy-fast, state-of-the-art superbike track-racer. It was far too fast, they said - and prohibitively expensive - to farm out for testing to a gang of half-mad Colorado cowboys who think they're world-class Cafe Racers.

The Ducati 900 is a finely engineered machine. My neighbors called it beautiful and admired its racing lines. The nasty little bugger looked like it was going 90 miles an hour when it was standing still in my garage.

Taking it on the road, though, was a genuinely terrifying experience. I had no sense of speed until I was going 90 and coming up fast on a bunch of pickup trucks going into a wet curve along the river. I went for both brakes, but only the front one worked, and I almost went end over end. I was out of control staring at the tailpipe of a U.S. Mail truck, still stabbing frantically at my rear brake pedal, which I just couldn't find... I am too tall for these new-age roadracers; they are not built for any rider taller than five-nine, and the rearset brake pedal was not where I thought it would be. Mid-size Italian pimps who like to race from one cafe to another on the boulevards of Rome in a flat-line prone position might like this, but I do not.

I was hunched over the tank like a person diving into a pool that got emptied yesterday. Whacko! Bashed on the concrete bottom, flesh ripped off, a Sausage Creature with no teeth, ****ed-up for the rest of its life.

We all love Torque, and some of us have taken it straight over the high side from time to time - and there is always Pain in that... But there is also Fun, the deadly element, and Fun is what you get when you screw this monster on. BOOM! Instant take-off, no screeching or squawking around like a fool with your teeth clamping down on our tongue and your mind completely empty of everything but fear.

No. This bugger digs right in and shoots you straight down the pipe, for good or ill.

On my first take-off, I hit second gear and went through the speed limit on a two-lane blacktop highway full of ranch traffic. By the time I went up to third, I was going 75 and the tach was barely above 4000 rpm....

And that's when it got its second wind. From 4000 to 6000 in third will take you from 75 mph to 95 in two seconds - and after that, Bubba, you still have fourth, fifth, and sixth. Ho, ho.

I never got to sixth gear, and I didn't get deep into fifth. This is a shameful admission for a full-bore Cafe Racer, but let me tell you something, old sport: This motorcycle is simply too goddamn fast to ride at speed in any kind of normal road traffic unless you're ready to go straight down the centerline with your nuts on fire and a silent scream in your throat.

When aimed in the right direction at high speed, though, it has unnatural capabilities. This I unwittingly discovered as I made my approach to a sharp turn across some railroad tracks, saw that I was going way too fast and that my only chance was to veer right and screw it on totally, in a desperate attempt to leapfrog the curve by going airborne.

It was a bold and reckless move, but it was necessary. And it worked: I felt like Evel Knievel as I soared across the tracks with the rain in my eyes and my jaws clamped together in fear. I tried to spit down on the tracks as I passed them, but my mouth was too dry... I landed hard on the edge of the road and lost my grip for a moment as the Ducati began fishtailing crazily into oncoming traffic. For two or three seconds I came face to face with the Sausage Creature....

But somehow the brute straightened out. I passed a schoolbus on the right and got the bike under control long enough to gear down and pull off into an abandoned gravel driveway where I stopped and turned off the engine. My hands had seized up like claws and the rest of my body was numb. I felt nauseous and I cried for my mama, but nobody heard, then I went into a trance for 30 or 40 seconds until I was finally able to light a cigarette and calm down enough to ride home. I was too hysterical to shift gears, so I went the whole way in first at 40 miles an hour.

Whoops! What am I saying? Tall stories, ho, ho... We are motorcycle people; we walk tall and we laugh at whatever's funny. We shit on the chests of the Weird....

But when we ride very fast motorcycles, we ride with immaculate sanity. We might abuse a substance here and there, but only when it's right. The final measure of any rider's skill is the inverse ratio of his preferred Traveling Speed to the number of bad scars on his body. It is that simple: If you ride fast and crash, you are a bad rider. And if you are a bad rider, you should not ride motorcycles.

The emergence of the superbike has heightened this equation drastically. Motorcycle technology has made such a great leap forward. Take the Ducati. You want optimum cruising speed on this bugger? Try 90mph in fifth at 5500 rpm - and just then, you see a bull moose in the middle of the road. WHACKO. Meet the Sausage Creature.

Or maybe not: The Ducati 900 is so finely engineered and balanced and torqued that you *can* do 90 mph in fifth through a 35-mph zone and get away with it. The bike is not just fast - it is *extremely* quick and responsive, and it *will* do amazing things... It is like riding a Vincent Black Shadow, which would outrun an F-86 jet fighter on the take-off runway, but at the end, the F-86 would go airborne and the Vincent would not, and there was no point in trying to turn it. WHAMO! The Sausage Creature strikes again.

There is a fundamental difference, however, between the old Vincents and the new breed of superbikes. If you rode the Black Shadow at top speed for any length of time, you would almost certainly die. That is why there are not many life members of the Vincent Black Shadow Society. The Vincent was like a bullet that went straight; the Ducati is like the magic bullet in Dallas that went sideways and hit JFK and the Governor of Texas at the same time.

It was impossible. But so was my terrifying sideways leap across the railroad tracks on the 900sp. The bike did it easily with the grace of a fleeing tomcat. The landing was so easy I remember thinking, goddamnit, if I had screwed it on a little more I could have gone a lot farther.

Maybe this is the new Cafe Racer macho. My bike is so much faster than yours that I dare you to ride it, you lame little turd. Do you have the balls to ride this BOTTOMLESS PIT OF TORQUE?

That is the attitude of the new-age superbike freak, and I am one of them. On some days they are about the most fun you can have with your clothes on. The Vincent just killed you a lot faster than a superbike will. A fool couldn't ride the Vincent Black Shadow more than once, but a fool can ride a Ducati 900 many times, and it will always be a bloodcurdling kind of fun. That is the Curse of Speed which has plagued me all my life. I am a slave to it. On my tombstone they will carve, "IT NEVER GOT FAST ENOUGH FOR ME."
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Never owned a Harley. Ridden a friend's Sportster 1200 a few years back and it honestly made me want a Harley just fro the sound and feel of that rumble.. My first bike was a POS Suzuki Titan 500CC 2 cycle twin back in 1973. It was big for a scrawny 18 yr old's training wheels and I had no issues riding it in Florida except for finding out real quick when you ride a semi heavy bike slowly in sand, as soon as you clutch, be prepared to come to an abrupt stop and it fall over on you... "You're in deep sand stupid!". That was my first fall so to speak. By the time I was 35 I had literally lived as a bike only guy a couple stints totaling about 6 yrs, 3 in Texas and 2+ yrs in Colorado. I commuted on my Honda V4 Sabre and older Yamaha XS-11 with a motorcycle only license. SR-22 for motorcycle only license was $125/yr and a car $2500/yr. Get the picture?

There is no experience like riding in the snow ruts of an 18 wheeler up I-25 in a blizzard at night. I'll save you the stories... but bottom line is.... when I have a bike..... I ride.... and ride in any weather 24x7. Harley?? Maybe after I get the Kawasaki Connie 14 or the 2014 Valkyrie bug out of my ass. I need a long range road gobbler..
I did some time aw while back not owning a car, only bikes. '79 sportster, '83 FXR. Rode both in all weather, snow, rain, blizzard, you name it on Chicago and surrounding area streets. 6" snow/slush? no sweat.

Hydroplaning on 2 wheels at 80+mph through intersections down Chicago streets in a torrential downpour is an experience I don't need to repeat.


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I did some time aw while back not owning a car, only bikes. '79 sportster, '83 FXR. Rode both in all weather, snow, rain, blizzard, you name it on Chicago and surrounding area streets. 6" snow/slush? no sweat.

Hydroplaning on 2 wheels at 80+mph through intersections down Chicago streets in a torrential downpour is an experience I don't need to repeat.
If you don't want to repeat it, don't do 80MPH on city streets.


For years I rode through the winter in Pennsylvania. No heated gear just layers. But I was a lot younger.

I haven't had a car in years, but of course being in Florida now, that's a lot easier to do.

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Attachment 528959I like bikes, but after owning dirt bikes up to about 17y/ old...self imposed ban.

I got negative desire to slide across the pavement at motorized speeds, much less dance with DC traffic in shrouded.

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Bond, James Bond? NAH.
I have had a few bikes myself.
I rolled a 78 Suzi' RM 100 that had been bored 30 over, down a set of railroad tracks, winding out in 6th gear, when I was 16. That was fun...Damn near killed myself.
Later, much later, "graduated" to 91' Suzi' GSX1100. No issues. Sold that bike BEFORE I damn near killed myself.
Then I had a 98' Honda Magna Custom. Really enjoyed putting around on that one. Very dependable bike. I have tinkered with the idea of another bike, but with the amount of distracted driving (Cell Phones) out there...I just don't know.
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You remind me of my next brother.

He eventually gave up biking.

Did he ride mouth open when he was hungry? Plenty of bugs in Florida.



I'll never give it up as long as I am physically able to do it. I ride about 20,000 miles a year. Day. Night. Rain. Shine. Hot. Cold. Don't care.

My bike is not a hobby, it's not a sport, it's not an RV. It's a lifestyle.

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09-04-2019, 05:15 PM

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Did he ride mouth open when he was hungry? Plenty of bugs in Florida.


I'll never give it up as long as I am physically able to do it. I ride about 20,000 miles
a year. Day. Night. Rain. Shine. Hot. Cold. Don't care.

My bike is not a hobby, it's not a sport, it's not an RV. It's a lifestyle.


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Mouth open? No.

He wore odd-looking goggles to disperse the eye candy.

He laid one down while he was wearing tennis shoes and
Bahama shorts. Nice burn down his leg.

He had a smaller bike when he was young. It was parked
in our parents driveway.

Asked me if I ever rode one. Nope.

Wanna try? Yep.

So he showed me everything and I started down the street
slow. I was going to turn left at the first intersection.

Ah. Going too fast so I slowed down in preparation for the
second intersection. Still too fast.

At the third intersection couldn't make the turn and the road
ended. Drove it up into someone's drive.

Turned around, pointed it back at my parent's house.

He was laughing, and said, you do fine on the straightway.

It was fun, but that was my last ride. Way too old now.


  
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09-04-2019, 05:58 PM

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Doc, with that "mouth wide open riding position," I hope that you never get behind one of those bobbit types!


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