Great story Colin, and thanks to everyone who's added to this thread with their histories. It's interesting to me to see how many went through so many bikes through the years, only to end up with a Norton. One one hand, we could have saved ourselves a lot of grief, time, and money to just buy one straightaway, but, on the other hand, we probably wouldn't have appreciated just what a joy these old girls are without all of that in our past.
It's been just over a year since the heart attack, the Norton's already burned up another back tire, and, reflecting back on earlier postings, it dawned on me that I haven't bored you with a list of bikes in my life.
Here goes, starting with the first memory:
'65 Kawasaki 120 - Dad's first bike, kind of a turd, as I recall (only five years old at the time). Dad happened to be downtown by the local British bike dealer right around opening time in the morning. The owner, Buzz Chaney, had just rolled a '66 Triumph 500 Daytona out front. Without a word, Buzz fired it up, then left it idling as he walked back into the shop. He didn't have to say a word. Dad reflects how it just sat there, lopey idle, with the front wheel gently shaking fore-and-aft as it warmed up. Dad came back with that bike the same morning, his first "real" motorcycle. Blue/white, with painted and pinstriped fenders. What a beautiful machine!
'66 Honda Z50 - my cousin's, learned to ride on this at six years old
'70 Honda SL70 - my first bike. 'Almost too small for my 10-year-old frame. Taught me how to use a clutch
'71-ish Ossa Pioneer 250 - Dad's. He sold it after coming home late again from a ride with his buddies. The best part was, when Mom was chewing him out in the kitchen, she finished with "...and your Ossa shirt's on inside-out!" Sure enough, there on his chest, was the word "ASSO" showing through the fabric. Mom couldn't contain herself any longer, and busted out laughing.
'72 Honda CT90 - first street-legal bike. Once I turned 14 and could "legally" ride on the street, that little bike took me everywhere!
'72 Honda TL125 Trials bike - a lot of fun, but lacking much horsepower
'74 Ossa Trials - my dad's. I guess he was into trials bikes. Both the kickstand and kickstarter were on the wrong sides. 'Made for some interesting starting...
'74 Bultaco Alpina 350 - also my dad's. Also "backwards" like the Ossa. That bike was a lot of fun, especially for a little squirt of a kid! I don't think I broke a hundred pounds back then. The compression release was great fun to blast at someone when riding around town.
'72 BSA B50 MX - another of Dad's. Now we're talkin'! More torque than i'd ever felt before. Hill-climber extraordinaire
'74 Norton - of course...
'74 Honda XL175, bought in '76 - reliable, kind of ho-hum, but it got me around for many miles
'72 Triumph T150 Trident - crazy-fast, but lacking the torque and charm of a traditional British bike. It would go 130 mph
'76 Yamaha XS650 Special. Jap chopper, but a parallel twin, nonetheless. Stripped it bare, snagged an earlier larger tank (I worked at a motorcycle salvage yard at the time), performed some intake port work with JB Weld (see the XR750 port thread for why), fresh paint, and re-assembled it as a more traditional cafe bike. Went with a torquer cam and twin 34mm Mikuni's; I'm pretty sure it would have outrun the Triple. Traded it off to buy my wife's '84 Honda VT500 Ascot.
'84 Yamaha XZ550 Vision - Water-cooled, twin-cam, four-valve, shaft drive. A great bike, but had a nasty speed-wobble when powering out of a turn at anything much over 90 mph
'84 Honda Nighthawk S 700cc - Arguably the best of the bunch. A product of the 80's, it was limited to 700 to avoid the Harley-imposed import tariff. 16 inch wheels at both ends, twin discs up front, shaft drive in the rear, inline four, twin cam, four valve, hydraulic lash adjusters, electronic ignition. I regularly changed the oil and filters. Only. That bike took exactly NO more maintenance, and ran faster and smoother than all the others. Lots of fun in the canyons, yet you could sit it all day. The ultimate sport-tourer in my eyes.
So, we now come almost full circle with the Norton. While I really do miss the Nighthawk, my riding days are such that the Norton fills the bill quite nicely, and sounds good doing it. And, it's a sexy beast!
I'll try to get the age chart updated this week (no promise; currently housing the oldest, her husband, and my grandson).
Nathan