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Okay, so I've been married a while, turned 40 and wonder where the time went. Kids are flying the coop. Life is a little monotonous. Got a cool hobby called geocaching where you use a GPS to find containers hidden in various places. Got a wonderful wife; good looking, thoughtful, and takes excellent care of me.
But something was missing.
I remember back before the wife and the life I have now to the times when my sole transportation was a champaign-colored '82 Suzuki GS 1100 EZ. At the time I had bought that bike I was riding H*nda Shadow 500 and my riding buddy had just picked up a '73 Z1. I was ready to graduate to a larger bike. I looked around and the only thing at the time that was in my price range was this EZ. So I got it.
Boy, what fun I had. It already had a pipe. I removed the aircleaner and installed pods and a jet kit. I had problems with it because the kit came with jets that were too big. It was a dog below 4k, but if I sat normally on the seat the front end would rise during a 1st gear roll-on punch. If I sat forward, the rear tire would break loose. So, I took it to have it tuned and got back a really well-mannered rocket.
In short, great fun!
Fast forward a nearly two decades and here I was wanting that excitement back in my life.
After talking to the wife and receiving her blessing I started looking. Back in the day, I had been fond of the early Eliminator, the V-Max, and that little Honda Hawk 650. Katanas were cool. GSXRs were a little radical for my taste though.
Then I saw it. On eBay someone was selling an '82 EZ. It was even the same color as the one I had. I fell in love.
That was my first mistake and it went downhill from there.
I figured I asked all of the right questions and what I got back was that this bike had been sitting for the past 5 years, it was completely stock except for a set of pipes, and as far as they knew, other that maintenance, a wrench had never touched the bike.
What should have alerted me that it was all a lie is the fact the engine is BLACK! Doh! I knew something was naggin at the back of my mind, but I was blinded with love and that was that.
I ended up paying $1900 for a "mint condition" motorcycle. I thought I had stolen it! This was a little over a year ago.
We agreed to met half way. Saw the bike and still didn't see the problems with it. Cranked it up and I got a hard on from the sound alone--no baffle.
Okay, so I've not been on a bike in well over a decade and I'm about to test ride a bike that could be dangerous to a novice. We had met in a mall parking lot and it was kind of busy. I couldn't romp on it much, but what I did do, it was strong in the low end--threatening to leave me sitting on the pavement strong.
With a grin ear-to-ear I gladly paid.
...to be continued...
But something was missing.
I remember back before the wife and the life I have now to the times when my sole transportation was a champaign-colored '82 Suzuki GS 1100 EZ. At the time I had bought that bike I was riding H*nda Shadow 500 and my riding buddy had just picked up a '73 Z1. I was ready to graduate to a larger bike. I looked around and the only thing at the time that was in my price range was this EZ. So I got it.
Boy, what fun I had. It already had a pipe. I removed the aircleaner and installed pods and a jet kit. I had problems with it because the kit came with jets that were too big. It was a dog below 4k, but if I sat normally on the seat the front end would rise during a 1st gear roll-on punch. If I sat forward, the rear tire would break loose. So, I took it to have it tuned and got back a really well-mannered rocket.
In short, great fun!
Fast forward a nearly two decades and here I was wanting that excitement back in my life.
After talking to the wife and receiving her blessing I started looking. Back in the day, I had been fond of the early Eliminator, the V-Max, and that little Honda Hawk 650. Katanas were cool. GSXRs were a little radical for my taste though.
Then I saw it. On eBay someone was selling an '82 EZ. It was even the same color as the one I had. I fell in love.
That was my first mistake and it went downhill from there.
I figured I asked all of the right questions and what I got back was that this bike had been sitting for the past 5 years, it was completely stock except for a set of pipes, and as far as they knew, other that maintenance, a wrench had never touched the bike.
What should have alerted me that it was all a lie is the fact the engine is BLACK! Doh! I knew something was naggin at the back of my mind, but I was blinded with love and that was that.
I ended up paying $1900 for a "mint condition" motorcycle. I thought I had stolen it! This was a little over a year ago.
We agreed to met half way. Saw the bike and still didn't see the problems with it. Cranked it up and I got a hard on from the sound alone--no baffle.
Okay, so I've not been on a bike in well over a decade and I'm about to test ride a bike that could be dangerous to a novice. We had met in a mall parking lot and it was kind of busy. I couldn't romp on it much, but what I did do, it was strong in the low end--threatening to leave me sitting on the pavement strong.
With a grin ear-to-ear I gladly paid.
...to be continued...
Where are you? I'll be glad to turn some wrenches if youre in my neighborhood.
