No particular order:
Transalp with our faithful old Westie in her custom topbox! She went everywhere with us doing a thousand miles in a week the length and breadth of UK! The Transalp was a comfy tourer but 1st gear was too high and it was plagued with silly little faults that were too annoying so I got rid about 8 months after buying it new shame but couldn't be arsed with the hassles
CB900- Now that was a bike, had a yank CB paint job and Yoshi tuned exhausts and other things, brutal in those days about 1983 ish did me first ton on it and learnt the art of going around bends I think it had 19" wheels front and back, you got the bend wrong you fell off or ended up in the hedge. None of the point and squirt of todays bikes were anyone with half a brain can ride them and cock up a bend and the bike almost sorts itself out!
Yamaha FJ1200- It was what I got after the Transalp it was the only transport we had at the time. It was happy to trundle around town and do the shopping as it was doing 150mph down the motorway, least that was what the clock said so there abouts!
The XV750 bought it when it was only 6 months old with bugger all mileage on it, but a bit of a change from the CB900 but loved it and there she is all loaded up for a weeks holiday down in Cornwall! No hassles got 50 to the gallon no matter how it was ridden, made the back rest and she had 4" overs on. The back rest was put on through necessity having already been down to Cornwall on a previous occasion and we stopped at Tintagel had a pint and a pie before setting off home, wife being slight tipsy nearly fell off several times nodding off to sleep! In those days there were not any bolt on custom stuff. we went to the HA kent custom show in 1984 on it had a wail of a time, remember going down the Mway and hearing a rumble behind looked in the mirrors and saw a massive dark blob and cars moving over left and right, as it got closer realised it was bikes so moved over myself and slowed down to get a better look, as they past I saw it was the Swedish chapter of HA's. as the last few past one of them waved us to join them at the back. Who am I to refuse that lot! Wife sat pillion giggling and I pretended to be tough haha! I think that was when I realised I had to have a Harley the rumble going right through your bones as they passed was a feeling I had to have.
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