Greetings (Long Delayed)!
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:48 pm
Hello there. Thought it might be an opportune moment to say hello and introduce myself.
Many years have slipped by raising three daughters. Back in the day, I was a motorcycle service technician specializing in the Big Hondas. I had a collection of Wings, a Silver Wing, a GL1200, a Yamaha Venture, two CBXs (81 and 82), a GL1500/6, and a Yamaha Vision (painted in '82 CBX color scheme of course), cluttering up the garage.
I switched gears, joining the fire service for a while, made Captain, flew around in a Super Huey as a brush monkey, then switched gears back to automotive service. The dangers of hopping from a vintage UH-1H were too scary for my wife, so I settled down in the interest of keeping the family together. I really miss those good old days, but family was, and is, far more important.
Over the years, I kept my mothballed '82 stored, very clean, with the carburetor bank removed and stored in an oak, felt-lined box, dry and ready to install some day. The head and exhaust were also pickled, and wrapped up nicely.
I still have the majority of my trusty steed sitting here with me, save the now lost components, lost last December to an unscrupulous storage facility. Yeah, I have 80 percent of my motorcycle currently, as the stored bits were lost.
This spring, my wife and daughters found Daddy a beautiful Aprilia to ride, an RST1000. I found that my 30 year old CBX leathers still fit nicely, and putting about is a joy I've long missed.
Currently, my task is to figure out what to do about my CBX. She's missing a few critical components, of course, but God it would be great to hear her sing again...
Bob Borchert
Many years have slipped by raising three daughters. Back in the day, I was a motorcycle service technician specializing in the Big Hondas. I had a collection of Wings, a Silver Wing, a GL1200, a Yamaha Venture, two CBXs (81 and 82), a GL1500/6, and a Yamaha Vision (painted in '82 CBX color scheme of course), cluttering up the garage.
I switched gears, joining the fire service for a while, made Captain, flew around in a Super Huey as a brush monkey, then switched gears back to automotive service. The dangers of hopping from a vintage UH-1H were too scary for my wife, so I settled down in the interest of keeping the family together. I really miss those good old days, but family was, and is, far more important.
Over the years, I kept my mothballed '82 stored, very clean, with the carburetor bank removed and stored in an oak, felt-lined box, dry and ready to install some day. The head and exhaust were also pickled, and wrapped up nicely.
I still have the majority of my trusty steed sitting here with me, save the now lost components, lost last December to an unscrupulous storage facility. Yeah, I have 80 percent of my motorcycle currently, as the stored bits were lost.
This spring, my wife and daughters found Daddy a beautiful Aprilia to ride, an RST1000. I found that my 30 year old CBX leathers still fit nicely, and putting about is a joy I've long missed.
Currently, my task is to figure out what to do about my CBX. She's missing a few critical components, of course, but God it would be great to hear her sing again...
Bob Borchert