Old Hondas are cool too, in fact they are Dreamy

[tlg1100]

Had two Honda bikes

First one was mid 70's think 77 CB350

bought it in 83 off of a college guy for a hundred bucks, and he signed the title wrong and I made very little attempt to get a hold of him because he went back to Michigan and so I rode it around anyway.

It took so much abuse from friends and I , probably more than I think we could dish out on any other bike on the planet and it survive.

We bought so many used tires for the back because we'd do burn out after burn outs with it.

One night friend used it to go home, he lived five miles out of town and got pulled over by cops and they towed it off.

I could've paid the fifty dollar tow bill and got it back but I didn't.

If I'd got the clean title for it, I would've taken care of it and wouldn't have been afraid to take it across country,

[Rob S.]

1973 saw the last CB350. From '74 to '76 it was the CB360. Don't know what came after that. I had a '71 350, and it was virtually indestructible.

[oldGSfan]

Had two Honda bikes

First one was mid 70's think 77 CB350

bought it in 83 off of a college guy for a hundred bucks, and he signed the title wrong and I made very little attempt to get a hold of him because he went back to Michigan and so I rode it around anyway.

It took so much abuse from friends and I , probably more than I think we could dish out on any other bike on the planet and it survive.

We bought so many used tires for the back because we'd do burn out after burn outs with it.

One night friend used it to go home, he lived five miles out of town and got pulled over by cops and they towed it off.

I could've paid the fifty dollar tow bill and got it back but I didn't.

If I'd got the clean title for it, I would've taken care of it and wouldn't have been afraid to take it across country,

That's an old-school story if I ever heard one!

When I moved to CA with my dad in '77, my Jr year of HS, I somehow ended up with my older brother's '71 SL350 in the moving truck. I should have been thrilled, but it was a complicated time in my life, family breaking up like a big explosion left me a bit rootless. Anyway, I cross-threaded the spark plug and was heartbroken. I didn't know how to fix something as complicated as a motorcycle cylinder head, although I ended up doing a cam chain tensioner on my Toyota shortly afterward. Somehow, life was too bewildering for a Boston kid who knew everyone in town, to a 'new kid in town' in CA, to bother chasing down the problem. Didn't help that I was pitifully penniless and my dad wouldn't help, as he hated motorcycles. I can't even remember what happened to it. It's all such a weird blur in the mists of time.

To this day I still feel like I should have figured out that it could have been heli-coiled, and also that I owe my brother a motorcycle. But he's cool with it, what a guy.