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Dad's Ride

Back in 2001 at the age of 77, my dad got this little two wheeler to scat around the neighborhood. Here he poses for my big brother who took the picture in September of 2001. My dad was always supportive with helping me with maintenance on all of my bikes, cars, or whatever is mechanical. He was very mechanically inclined. Thank you so very much dad! You are greatly missed and I will see you again.

Mike's 1968 Yamaha 350

This is Mike around 1970-71 on his 1968 Yamaha 350. These 350cc Yamahas were called "Giant Killers" because they outperformed larger displacement 4 stroke bikes. I misjudged my ability to lean this bike over on a bumpy curve once. One minute it was beneath me and the next second I'm tumbling on the pavement watching it skid toward the curb. Broken turn signals and minor scratches, and tremendous guilt for allowing this to happen to Mike's bike. Much later, Mike sold this bike to another friend named Eddie. Eddie is now deceased, but I remember many conversations with Eddie where we talked about the 2-stroke power band. This one had a wicked power band kick that you didn't forget about once experiencing it. At the time we usually described the kick as similar to when a four barrel carburetor opened up the other two vacuum actuated barrels. This similar feeling would be felt on yet another Yamaha in my future another 30 years down the road. A special thanks to Eddie for letting me ride his Sears 106 and Sears 124, even when his parents specifically forbade it.

Mike's Yamaha 360

This 360cc Yamaha had enough compression to actually break one's ankle when kick starting it, especially if the compression release was not used. The pic on the right is one of Mike in the usual position as he could walk this bike forever! This motorcycle was the first motorcycle that I was ticketed while operating around 1970-71. They cited me for speeding, running a stop sign, no inspection, bogus tags, no face mask or windshield, no motorcycle operators license, no mirror, and almost charged me with running from the police. I was not guilty of running as I did not know that they were following behind me. I was just having some fun and slowed down to relax and the next thing I knew the bullhorn clicked and told me to pull over. The cops had their guns drawn on me and made me assume the position on the hood of their car. Long story short, they did not arrest me.

Gary's Honda & Yamaha 360 MX Bike

This is my brother Gary and his first bike on the far left in the late 60s & early 70s.  As you can see, he purchased other motorcycles. He was very much at home in the desert MX environment. He told me about a desert race event that had a tunnel (perhaps a large culvert pipe) that only had room for one bike at time to traverse it, as the width of two sets of handle bars could not occupy the same space at the same time. His solution to this dilema was to get the front end of his 360 up into the air enough to get his handle bars over the guy in front of him and avoid any unnecessary collisions with other parts of the bike and rider, such as pegs, arms, legs, and stuff like that. This provides a little insight into his riding style.:~) Gary passed away on August 22, 2006 after battling cancer for about 3 years. He taught me about the concept of counter-steering, which I have used a great deal for many years. I did get to actually ride his Yamaha 360 dirt bike on a little dirt track in California between MX races that Gary was involved with. I thoroughly enjoyed riding 360 Yamahas! My brother had accepted Christ as his Savior and like the thief on the cross, he is in paradise with Christ now. Click here for a short biography of my brother.

1964 650 BSA

Paid $200 for this British Small Arms motorcyle in 1970. I had borrowed my parents car and lashed the front wheel into the open trunk with the rear wheel trailing to get it home. To my benefit my Dad has always been mechanically inclined and the dead motorcycle came alive after two new pistons and a rewire job. Thanks Dad for all you've given me and for what I'm still learning from your teachings. I replaced the front and rear seats with a one piece seat from JC Whitney. Later I chromed the tank and the rear fender. I tried an assortment of differnt exhaust combinations and enjoyed running straight pipes without mufflers most of all. My Dad installed a 1968 BSA transmission due to some missing teeth found on an earlier breakdown. Sorry Kim for the stupid accident when you fell off the back. You put your trust in me and I let you down hard and I still regret it to this day.

1977 750 Yamaha Triple

Bought this new Yamaha 750 in 1977. Three cylinders, 4 stroke, and shaft drive. Installed a megaphone header and removed the baffle. This was the first shaft drive bike that I owned. It was here that I learned the opposite effect a shaft has over a chain. This bike would not wheelie worth anything, because the geometry of the shaft caused the rear end to raise up and the front end to push down on acceleration. Since it did not have a tremendous amount of hp, it would not wheelie good at all. But it would handle high speed sweepers well. The rear tire would break away a little while the front end would push down for better traction. Also had a 70 Camaro with a motor that I built. I use to unbolt the headers on it and run it down the long street behind my apartment in the wee hours of the morning. Dumb huh? Ahh, the misadventures of youth. I am truly sorry to all who missed sleep due to my vain self centered gratification, but I digress.

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