Motorcycling and Me I got my start in motorcycling around 1978. At the time
I was out on my own and single, working at a good job and going to school
at nights. Rick, an older friend, owned a Suzuki GS650 and I would occasionally
get a ride. Then he bought a Yamaha 175 Enduro, and it seemed expedient
to get a motorcycle learner's permit. Eventually I used the 175 to get
my endorsement, and I was on my way. It really took a while before the bug bit hard; I would occasionally borrow the 175, but it wasn't that important. In the meantime, Rick had bought himself a new BMW R65. While the Suzuki had been a bit of a beater, nobody got to ride the R65. Eventually I got more excited about bikes and decided to own a new one. What could be better than one like Rick's? So, in 1981 I bought an R65 from West Valley Cycle Sales in Winnetka, California. Mine was not in the classy Champagne, but rather in Yucca Turquoise. The Germans really have a way with names. By the time I bought the R65, I was pretty much hooked. I picked up the bike from the dealership on a Tuesday afternoon, and was back on Saturday for the 600 mile break in service. I had a great time on that bike, I rode it all over and commuted to work on it. In 1985 I stepped up to a red R80, which I had outfitted with a cafe style "S" fairing. I picked that bike up on Saturday and was in on Tuesday morning for its break in service! In 1986 I shipped it to Europe for a 6 week vacation that covered the UK, France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, Austria and Switzerland. When we left LA and moved to Seattle in 1991, I rode the R80 there. Eventually I put over 92,000 miles on it. But in 1994, Laurie at West Valley made me an offer I couldn't pass up on her demonstrator R1100RS. I flew down to LA with a Washington state license plate in hand, and rode it back to the Pacific NorthWet. And then I made a huge mistake. I sold the R80 to a coworker. A year later he called me up. He had never registered the bike, and had lost the title somewhere. Would I meet him at a notary to sign a note saying that I had sold it to him? Of course I would. While waiting for the notary, I got caught up on his life. He was getting a divorce. He was leaving the company. Moving out of state. He had torn the bike apart. He had ideas about how to create a real Custom out of it. The more he talked, the more I didn't want to hear. Never sell a bike. I still have the RS. I've ridden it around the country, and in western Canada. It now has over 180,000 miles on it. A couple years ago I got a new R1150RS — pretty much the same bike — and the 1100 is now in Europe, where I go riding once a year. It still gives great service, even if nobody was interested in it for a trade in when I got the 1150. News and Events
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