Thursday, October 26, 2017

2017 Birthday Camping Trip


 Here's the 1954 BSA B-31 on a camping trip to the coast.  This photo was taken Oct 5 by HH.  With a rider 68 years old and a bike 63 years old, they did quite well.
 Everytime he rides one of his motorcycles (which is not everyday, but nearly) he says that particular bike is running beautifully, better than ever.  The enthusiasm is without restraint.  He claims that whoever rebuilt it was brilliant.  He bought it on eBay and had it shipped from New Zealand
That was a long time ago.  He's sold the other BSA, a 650 Lightning, because it' not that different from his 650 Triumph Tiger.  Now he has a little more room in the shop.  He keeps talking of selling other motorcycles, but I think people have to actually give him good offers, like the kind he can't refuse.  That's how he sold the Lightning, not that he meant to.  It just happened.

 Anyway, back to this trip, which he says he'll do again next year, he was a little cold, and there wasn't enough daylight, and the ground was too hard, and it hurt just to get up in the morning, though he didn't sleep much.  It was too dark to do anything other than stay in the sleeping bag and wait for dawn.

On the way home,  he was zipping up a hill and the bike was running strong, until it wasn't.  He limped home and fixed it and says an intake valve was too tight, though he'd thought it was a clogged fuel line, and he changed the fuel filter.  Anyway, he fixed it after it got him home.  (Hooray B-31).  Now he says it's better than ever.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Little Old Honda on Mary's Peak

Beautiful morning and time to kill before HH's BFF from high school arrives, so HH took the little old Honda 100 for a ride up to the hill top.  BFF lives on the opposite coast, so his arrival is a Big Deal.  He works as an ASL interpreter and has always since high school driven motorcycles.




Thursday, May 11, 2017

Nice Day so Far

Photo from a ride HH took after a month of rain.  He was the high bidder on an Ebay auction and bought a 1960 Series IIIA Hillman Minx, which we plan to pick up on Tuesday.  Have cleaned out the garage to make room for it.  I don't know where to park anymore, because I used to line up with a Rupp which isn't parked in there anymore.  He says he'll hang a tennis ball so I know where to park if I want him to.  So far I'm doing all right without it.
 The little BSA needed exercise, too.  No need to be rescued this time.  A crow stopped by for a visit.
 Here's a picture of the Minx.  It's got 4-doors, fog lights, a roof rack, and 4 on the floor.  I'm so excited.  Woo hoo!  Hope my shifting skills come back.  I failed last time I tried to drive a stick!