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circa 1992-1995
Four. It had some issues, but nothing my mechanic couldn't fix with
some duct tape and steel wool. Sure, I had to replace the baffle a
couple of times(once in western Kansas & once south of
Jonesboro, Arkansas) but when I kick started that thing, she ran like
a champ. Not sure how many miles I put on it, but it did take me to
the Black Hills, Florida, Arkansas, & the Grand Canyon. Those last
3 miles I put on it were ones I won't soon forget.
New Mexico.
way to Keesler Air Force Base in
Biloxi, Mississippi and eventually
on to Destin, Florida & New
Orleans, Louisiana.
Arkansas with my sis & her
husband. He is riding an early '90s
Honda Nighthawk.
Missouri telling one of the guys that works there that we were taking off for the Grand
Canyon in a few days. He starts ribbing me about all the Jerry-Rigging that has been
done to it to keep it going. I take it in stride but when I tell my brother, who is my
professional mechanic, he throws a fit! He calls the guy up and goes off on him. The
guy apologized and gave me 100 dollars in free apparel from the shop. I took this
picture as a joke that the bike would make it to the Grand Canyon, I just wasn't sure if it
would make it back. A harbinger of things to come, unfortunately.
'The Tank'. This was taken just
outside of Grand Canyon, looks much
worse than it actually was. The Tank
was up and going in no time, for a
while...
What eventually got 'The Tank' were worn clutch plates and too little time to replace them. We were
in Taos, New Mexico when the clutch plates went out and the closest ones were in Albuquerque. We
were short on time so we shipped my stuff home, sold the bike to some young kid who towed me 3
miles on a dirt rode through the heavy rain on his dirt bike to his house. I then rode on the back of
Phil's Gold Wing all the way to KC.
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