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Choosing a new best friend…it’s

In 1972 I was riding a ’69 BSA Lightning A65 model to those of you who are technically my riding friend at the time, was on a Honda CB500Four. The BSA had a much cool factor, handled and better, but…the Honda was smoother and had an electric starter. and I rode everywhere…his bike started with a push of and my BSA…well, most of the time, my leg got tired.

One day, while up a part for my BSA at the dealer…which also Triumph and Kawasaki, I saw the new love of my brand new Kawasaki H2 750. I up my part and the sales brochure for the then headed home to get the running again.

I spent the entire night that sales brochure…’Fastest motorcycle’… ‘instrument cluster for aerodynamics’ (or something like more technological and design than any sane motorcycle could handle, plus I seeing the bike on the showroom with my name on the ‘SOLD’ tag off the handlebar.

At breakfast the next I was talking to my stepfather, the man who started the sickness in me and a staunch British rider himself, about the After giving me his version of eye’… he said “well, if you it, get it”. I truly believe he for work that day with a feeling in his stomach. He had good what twenty year old been riding a ‘slow’(. ) old Bike wouldn’t want the thing on two wheels?

I mean…really? I had the green light.

I work at three o’clock and a bee line to Triumph / Kawasaki of with pink slip and in hand. This was my last on my BSA, I was trying to be nostalgic, but I muster nostalgia up…I was after the new H2…the fastest bike on two wheels and all I could was “Why is there all this Don’t you people know I’m a new motorcycle. Get out of my way!!”

A little 5PM, I patted the gas tank of my old thanked it for all the great rides kickstarted my new bike to life…yes, I’m using a kickstarter, but it was a whole lot than kicking over BSA. As I rolled out of the dealership my was racing, my mind was racing and I was the happiest kid on the block…I owned the motorcycle you could buy. Oh, and I my ego was racing a bit as well.

I spent that night to know my new love…we rode and and rode everywhere.

The next I was back at the dealership when opened, the man that sold me the asked if something was wrong I “no, I’m here for the 500 mile He walked over, looked at the and walked away shaking his and laughing. A few moments later the manager came out, at the odometer and he too walked away his head.

I didn’t get what was so I just rode my new motorcycle all what’s wrong with

For the next eight years Kawasaki and I rode all over the US, it moved all my worldly possessions to Las New Mexico and back to southern Well actually, it rode in the back to So Cal with all my and my new wife’s possessions…geez women collect a lot of In 1980 disaster hit.


One day while working on a little BSA 350 I some time off to go inside and a sandwich, twenty minutes I walked back out to an empty My heart sank, as you can imagine. was I going to do without my H2.

Well, all the police and insurance stuff I sat and cried, I had lost my best And, my only source of what?

Insurance money in which wasn’t very and credit apps all filled out I motorcycle shopping. After a day of on motorcycles, listening to salesmen what a great deal I get, I had a huge question in of me, do I go forward or do I look backward? I another sleepless night over brochures…and attending to my daughter every couple of When the sun came up in the morning I had the choice to two and a pot of coffee was gone.

Who knew that choosing a new friend would be that

I arranged test rides on the grabbed my helmet, borrowed my car again and headed for the dealerships. up was a beautiful black 1980 CB750F. I was in love…maybe.

Down the was a new Yamaha XS650. I sat on the 650 twin, hit the button and the feeling up through the and the handlebars was familiar…I like I like it a lot. A few miles I dropped off the Yamaha, said you to the salesman and drove back to the dealer.

Over one hundred thousand later, that black was still my new best friend.



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