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I've been wanting to get into motorcycling for a long time. A really lone time. Decades, really. At 48, I must have officially entered mid-life, because, suddenly I realized there was no time to lose.
Now, I'm a researcher. When I want to do something, I get into it. How to get a license in NYS, the MSF course, etc. I spent days and days looking at bikes and preparing. Finally, I take the initiative and sign up for the course. In the interim, prepare for the written test and go to the DMV. Wish the whole enterprise was as easy as the permit test.
Now, with my permit in hand, it's time to shop for a bike! I'm on a Craigslist budget. Even those 2000 Sportsters are looking too expensive. I'm looking at cruisers, of course. Who doesn't as their first bike. I have a penchant for Honda. I have driven my beloved Civic for years and although it's not relegated to "second" car status, I love it so much more than my new Toyota, which the wife drives, anyway.
So I'm looking for the best Honda Shadow I can afford... A few look promising until they turn out to be scams. As I'm looking around, a funny thing starts to happen. I start to notice these Honda CB models and I absolutely love them! All of them. 70s, 80s, whatever. That's a bike! Just like when I was a kid. (If you're gonna have a mid-life crisis, might as well go whole hog.)
I'm spending countless hours on eBay looking at all these bikes. But I notice, most of these bikes, if they are in good shape, are commanding decent prices. I'm weakening, however, I'm sure I can do better if I just hold out!
I'd just about given up on finding something good on CL, but I take a new look with my now broadened outlook to include Honda standard motorcycles, rather than just the Shadow.
I start researching and find out there is something called a Universal Japanese Motorcycle! And the more I see, the more I like. I wish I could remember where I saw it, but I someone posted somewhere that the Honda Nighthawk is the quintessential UJM.
OK, let's search for that. Bang. There it is on CL, a few miles away. It's a '92. Black. 750. A little old and showing it but basically quite acceptable. I reach out to the guy and, wow, he's like normal. A rarity on CL, as we all know.
As I talk to him, I get the sense this fellow loves this bike. He's had it for years and taken good care of it. He's finally ready to move on (says he's thinking about a Versys)
So, I explain to him that I only have a permit, so can't ride the bike home if I should buy it, and could he possibly take a ride over? To my amazement, he agrees. I tell him if I buy it, I'll give him a ride home in my car.
It was love at first site. The lines were sleek, it was (to me) big and powerful. OK, time for the test ride. I convinced the seller to follow me in my car. I've ridden some dirt bikes in my youth.
I live in Flushing, right of the LIE, right in between the Main Street and Kissena Blvd exits. OK, I'm just gonna take the service road, cross over Kissena, ride down to Main Street and come back. Four left turns. It'll be a snap.
I start up the bike, put it in gear and promptly dump the clutch. OK, take it easy. Man, this clutch is heavy. Very stiff. Oh, well. It's an old bike. I'll get used to it.
I pull out and give it some gas. Whoa. I wasn't expecting that. These things are a lot more powerful than the dirt bikes I remember. Those things had pickup in their way, but the torque here... I wasn't expecting it. Oh, and I haven't yet even heard of the friction zone...
I take off and wisely decide instantly that I'm not making no left. I could barely control this bike at 10 mph. I'm not braving the service road.
I somehow make it around the block on the side streets, never shifted out of first. Sold.
Just a few days later, I take the MSF course. That was a lot of fun and now I have an idea how to work the clutch! Cool. I can even shift into second gear! I'm ready.
The next day, I hit the DMV bright and early and validate my licence. I'm legal.
That night, I take the bike out. I'm gonna make those lefts now, damn it!
It did not go well. I just couldn't control this beast like those little 250s on the course! My head snapping back every time I hit the throttle. I remembered how much easier the bike is to control in second. It works! I somehow make the 4-mile loop in a mear 25 minutes. Man, one or two of those lefts were just horrible...
I had gotten friendly with my instructor so I sent him a note. Basically, telling him, I can't figure out why I can't control this bike. I mean, it's a 750 and all that, but that doesn't really explain it. I mean, I can't do anything without horrible low speed control. I just don't understand it.
He graciously agrees to swing by and give me a few pointers. He gives the bike a quick inspection and howls: "What the [F] are you doing trying to ride with a cluck like that?"
"What? Clutch. Why?"
"Dude, I can barely squeeze it."
"That's not normal?"
So, we clean and lube the clutch cable. It started out really stiff, but we get it good and smooth. Surprisingly, the cable itself is in pretty good shape, but it was encased in brown goo.
It got better, but the clutch was still much too stiff. At that point, he had to go. He tells me to change the oil and if that doesn't do it, I'll have to take it in.
Change oil. OK. I can do that! There's a Napa down the street. I know because the Clymer manual came with the bike, I need 10W40. I pick the Napa branded motor oil because it's only $4.95 a quart. Upon reflection, I'm thinking, I need to free up the transmission, right? Let's get some STP oil treatment, too!
I change the oil and put in half a quart of STP. And you know what? It worked. The clutch is now shifting like butter!
I take a congratulatory loop around the highway and I do it like a champ! The bike's so much easier to handle now. I'm so proud of myself.
End part 1
Tom
Now, I'm a researcher. When I want to do something, I get into it. How to get a license in NYS, the MSF course, etc. I spent days and days looking at bikes and preparing. Finally, I take the initiative and sign up for the course. In the interim, prepare for the written test and go to the DMV. Wish the whole enterprise was as easy as the permit test.
Now, with my permit in hand, it's time to shop for a bike! I'm on a Craigslist budget. Even those 2000 Sportsters are looking too expensive. I'm looking at cruisers, of course. Who doesn't as their first bike. I have a penchant for Honda. I have driven my beloved Civic for years and although it's not relegated to "second" car status, I love it so much more than my new Toyota, which the wife drives, anyway.
So I'm looking for the best Honda Shadow I can afford... A few look promising until they turn out to be scams. As I'm looking around, a funny thing starts to happen. I start to notice these Honda CB models and I absolutely love them! All of them. 70s, 80s, whatever. That's a bike! Just like when I was a kid. (If you're gonna have a mid-life crisis, might as well go whole hog.)
I'm spending countless hours on eBay looking at all these bikes. But I notice, most of these bikes, if they are in good shape, are commanding decent prices. I'm weakening, however, I'm sure I can do better if I just hold out!
I'd just about given up on finding something good on CL, but I take a new look with my now broadened outlook to include Honda standard motorcycles, rather than just the Shadow.
I start researching and find out there is something called a Universal Japanese Motorcycle! And the more I see, the more I like. I wish I could remember where I saw it, but I someone posted somewhere that the Honda Nighthawk is the quintessential UJM.
OK, let's search for that. Bang. There it is on CL, a few miles away. It's a '92. Black. 750. A little old and showing it but basically quite acceptable. I reach out to the guy and, wow, he's like normal. A rarity on CL, as we all know.
As I talk to him, I get the sense this fellow loves this bike. He's had it for years and taken good care of it. He's finally ready to move on (says he's thinking about a Versys)
So, I explain to him that I only have a permit, so can't ride the bike home if I should buy it, and could he possibly take a ride over? To my amazement, he agrees. I tell him if I buy it, I'll give him a ride home in my car.
It was love at first site. The lines were sleek, it was (to me) big and powerful. OK, time for the test ride. I convinced the seller to follow me in my car. I've ridden some dirt bikes in my youth.
I live in Flushing, right of the LIE, right in between the Main Street and Kissena Blvd exits. OK, I'm just gonna take the service road, cross over Kissena, ride down to Main Street and come back. Four left turns. It'll be a snap.
I start up the bike, put it in gear and promptly dump the clutch. OK, take it easy. Man, this clutch is heavy. Very stiff. Oh, well. It's an old bike. I'll get used to it.
I pull out and give it some gas. Whoa. I wasn't expecting that. These things are a lot more powerful than the dirt bikes I remember. Those things had pickup in their way, but the torque here... I wasn't expecting it. Oh, and I haven't yet even heard of the friction zone...
I take off and wisely decide instantly that I'm not making no left. I could barely control this bike at 10 mph. I'm not braving the service road.
I somehow make it around the block on the side streets, never shifted out of first. Sold.
Just a few days later, I take the MSF course. That was a lot of fun and now I have an idea how to work the clutch! Cool. I can even shift into second gear! I'm ready.
The next day, I hit the DMV bright and early and validate my licence. I'm legal.
That night, I take the bike out. I'm gonna make those lefts now, damn it!
It did not go well. I just couldn't control this beast like those little 250s on the course! My head snapping back every time I hit the throttle. I remembered how much easier the bike is to control in second. It works! I somehow make the 4-mile loop in a mear 25 minutes. Man, one or two of those lefts were just horrible...
I had gotten friendly with my instructor so I sent him a note. Basically, telling him, I can't figure out why I can't control this bike. I mean, it's a 750 and all that, but that doesn't really explain it. I mean, I can't do anything without horrible low speed control. I just don't understand it.
He graciously agrees to swing by and give me a few pointers. He gives the bike a quick inspection and howls: "What the [F] are you doing trying to ride with a cluck like that?"
"What? Clutch. Why?"
"Dude, I can barely squeeze it."
"That's not normal?"
So, we clean and lube the clutch cable. It started out really stiff, but we get it good and smooth. Surprisingly, the cable itself is in pretty good shape, but it was encased in brown goo.
It got better, but the clutch was still much too stiff. At that point, he had to go. He tells me to change the oil and if that doesn't do it, I'll have to take it in.
Change oil. OK. I can do that! There's a Napa down the street. I know because the Clymer manual came with the bike, I need 10W40. I pick the Napa branded motor oil because it's only $4.95 a quart. Upon reflection, I'm thinking, I need to free up the transmission, right? Let's get some STP oil treatment, too!
I change the oil and put in half a quart of STP. And you know what? It worked. The clutch is now shifting like butter!
I take a congratulatory loop around the highway and I do it like a champ! The bike's so much easier to handle now. I'm so proud of myself.
End part 1
Tom