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Hello all,
I have started down a path that many of you have been traveling for quite some time. I bought my first motorcycle and it is a 1973 commando 850. The bike is about ten years older than I am. Most of my peers do not know what it is. Those that know tried to warn me against it like I was getting involved with a bipolar, alcoholic girlfriend. "She's beautiful and can be a lot of fun one day, next day you might be sorry you ever laid eyes on her". They told me get something new with a push button electric start and a warranty, but this advice was falling on deaf ears. Once you've been hooked by that unexplainable allure of the Norton there seems to be no escape. I even lurked the access Norton board as a guest before making my purchase, reading all sorts of tales of frustration but somehow I was only more intrigued. I kept my eye on the market for many months. Some beautiful bikes came and went while I wrestled with indecision until I had to make my move on a 1 owner, all original bike. I drove 6 hours to pick it up on the strength of the photos and the sellers word that it "runs great".
We met in a Massachusetts parking lot and he had a considerable amount of trouble starting it, but it did look better in person than the photos and when it finally roared to life it sounded as good as it looked. Seems like he just lost track of time and it had been sitting a lot longer than he thought. I happily went through with the deal as he seemed honest and nice. Also ,I don't expect an all original 73 to be without problems and personality.
I got the bike in the back of my pick up truck and returned to Brooklyn. Next day I brought it to Hugh at 6th st. specials on the lower east side nyc to make sure it was safe to ride and to trouble shoot the issue of why it took me 30 kicks to start it. He got it started much quicker but right away felt that the carbs were not functioning well. He cleaned a crazy amount of clay out of the carbs and it was starting on first or second kick (for him) and running smooth. I Can't say enough good things about that guy and his shop. He could have told me it needed thousands in repairs and I wouldn't have known better. Other than cleaning the carbs he said I've got a really nice bike, quiet motor, everything looks in order. "Go put a couple hundred miles on it and see how you feel, the bike will let you know what it needs".
What came next was my first ride on a Brit bike, in nyc traffic, Williamsburg bridge, the whole business...hence the name trial by fire. Obviously I'm alive or I wouldn't be typing this.
There is more to the story. To be continued. This is the most I have typed in a long time
I have started down a path that many of you have been traveling for quite some time. I bought my first motorcycle and it is a 1973 commando 850. The bike is about ten years older than I am. Most of my peers do not know what it is. Those that know tried to warn me against it like I was getting involved with a bipolar, alcoholic girlfriend. "She's beautiful and can be a lot of fun one day, next day you might be sorry you ever laid eyes on her". They told me get something new with a push button electric start and a warranty, but this advice was falling on deaf ears. Once you've been hooked by that unexplainable allure of the Norton there seems to be no escape. I even lurked the access Norton board as a guest before making my purchase, reading all sorts of tales of frustration but somehow I was only more intrigued. I kept my eye on the market for many months. Some beautiful bikes came and went while I wrestled with indecision until I had to make my move on a 1 owner, all original bike. I drove 6 hours to pick it up on the strength of the photos and the sellers word that it "runs great".
We met in a Massachusetts parking lot and he had a considerable amount of trouble starting it, but it did look better in person than the photos and when it finally roared to life it sounded as good as it looked. Seems like he just lost track of time and it had been sitting a lot longer than he thought. I happily went through with the deal as he seemed honest and nice. Also ,I don't expect an all original 73 to be without problems and personality.
I got the bike in the back of my pick up truck and returned to Brooklyn. Next day I brought it to Hugh at 6th st. specials on the lower east side nyc to make sure it was safe to ride and to trouble shoot the issue of why it took me 30 kicks to start it. He got it started much quicker but right away felt that the carbs were not functioning well. He cleaned a crazy amount of clay out of the carbs and it was starting on first or second kick (for him) and running smooth. I Can't say enough good things about that guy and his shop. He could have told me it needed thousands in repairs and I wouldn't have known better. Other than cleaning the carbs he said I've got a really nice bike, quiet motor, everything looks in order. "Go put a couple hundred miles on it and see how you feel, the bike will let you know what it needs".
What came next was my first ride on a Brit bike, in nyc traffic, Williamsburg bridge, the whole business...hence the name trial by fire. Obviously I'm alive or I wouldn't be typing this.
There is more to the story. To be continued. This is the most I have typed in a long time