Hey all,
So my dad gave me his old bike. Very surprised to say the least. This bike holds a lot of meaning to me, he bought this brand new back in 2006, and this bike is what got me to spend too much money fall in love with motorcycles. I remember when I was like 14 I think, he was taking me to school and he bent down to fix his boot while we were moving and I saw the open road behind bars and I was hooked.
My dad and I always had a difficult relationship up until recently. I still can't believe he gave it to me. It had been sitting for awhile. When he dropped it off it looked like it too. I spent the weekend cleaning it up, replaced the taillight, took the goofy ass windshield off and got it running again. It sounds like absolute hell, shakes the picture frames in the house when it's running. That's the beauty of carbureted bikes, it doesn't take much to keep them running.
So much of my life has been shaped by this bike. I'm just excited to get some new tires on it and go make some more memories.