- Joined
- Apr 25, 2004
- Messages
- 24
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- Location
- Oklahoma City, OK
- First Name
- James
- Last Name
- Woodard
Hello. I'm James. I'm a motorcycle adict
I started riding when I was 14. My first bike was a Honda XR80. Bombed
around all over the place on that one until I t-boned the bed of a pick-up
whose driver "didn't see me".
That was it for mom. She didn't like the idea of me having the thing in the
first place. I had to wait 3 years till I got the next bike. A '74 CB 350.
Then came a CB 360. Followed by a CB 450, 500, 2 750's and a GL 1100(I like Honda).
About 12 years ago, my pending nuptuals dictated I sell the wing. What the
H3!! was I thinking? She left before the wedding and I was out of a bike.
Never again. She can take me as I am or she can leave. I would expect
nothing less in return.
Following that situation, I decided I needed a change. I started driving
trucks for a living.
Sidenote: I drove for a company named TWT for about 6 years.
Anyway, one day while on the road, I spoted a '79 CB 750 K(L) in this
guys front yard. It was in good shape other than the color and the fact that
it was only hitting in 1 and 4. After about an hour, I gave the guy $150 and
loaded it in the trailer.
Once we were home, I cleaned the carbs, installed new plugs and wires
and changed the oil. She hit on the second spin and purred like she meant it.
After about 3 years, I got tired of the OD paint job and sent the tank and
side panels for factory correct paint, striping and badges. I decided that
I'd get the right 4-in-to-4 headers and mufflers.That process took about
3 months.
I had everything back together and looking/sounding/running great when
a woman in a cage decided that her telephone conversation was more
important than her driving. She rear-ended me, totalling the bike and
almost totalling me in the process. To make matters worse, sometime
between the paramedics arrival and the arrival of the police, while my
attention was elsewhere, she left the scene and hasn't been seen since.
Less than two weeks later, I was laying on the couch nursing my wounds
and swearing that that would be my last bike, a freind called.
"Hey James. I know this is probably a bad time but, ya' know that '85
Suzuki Madura I have? Well, I just bought a Ninja and I remembered you
wanted first crack if I were to sell......"
Two hours later I was the proud owner of a Suzuki GV1200GLF Madura.
The ride home was sureal. Tears rolling down my face from pain and a
smile from ear to ear.
I rode that one for about 2 years before I had to let her go. Job was
demanding too much time and she was being neglected. That combined
with a bad financial situation forced me to give her up.
OK. Job situation has changed. I've quit driving trucks and am in the
process of trying to get a small business off the ground. The moment
things stabilize, I'll be looking for my next ride.
In case you haven't noticed, I like classic Japanese iron. Particularly
street standards like the CB's and such. I'm hoping to find an '83
CB1000C for a decent price when I'm ready.
Anyway, sorry for being so verbose. Just thought I'd poke my head in and
say hello.
I started riding when I was 14. My first bike was a Honda XR80. Bombed
around all over the place on that one until I t-boned the bed of a pick-up
whose driver "didn't see me".
That was it for mom. She didn't like the idea of me having the thing in the
first place. I had to wait 3 years till I got the next bike. A '74 CB 350.
Then came a CB 360. Followed by a CB 450, 500, 2 750's and a GL 1100(I like Honda).
About 12 years ago, my pending nuptuals dictated I sell the wing. What the
H3!! was I thinking? She left before the wedding and I was out of a bike.
Never again. She can take me as I am or she can leave. I would expect
nothing less in return.
Following that situation, I decided I needed a change. I started driving
trucks for a living.
Sidenote: I drove for a company named TWT for about 6 years.
Anyway, one day while on the road, I spoted a '79 CB 750 K(L) in this
guys front yard. It was in good shape other than the color and the fact that
it was only hitting in 1 and 4. After about an hour, I gave the guy $150 and
loaded it in the trailer.
Once we were home, I cleaned the carbs, installed new plugs and wires
and changed the oil. She hit on the second spin and purred like she meant it.
After about 3 years, I got tired of the OD paint job and sent the tank and
side panels for factory correct paint, striping and badges. I decided that
I'd get the right 4-in-to-4 headers and mufflers.That process took about
3 months.
I had everything back together and looking/sounding/running great when
a woman in a cage decided that her telephone conversation was more
important than her driving. She rear-ended me, totalling the bike and
almost totalling me in the process. To make matters worse, sometime
between the paramedics arrival and the arrival of the police, while my
attention was elsewhere, she left the scene and hasn't been seen since.
Less than two weeks later, I was laying on the couch nursing my wounds
and swearing that that would be my last bike, a freind called.
"Hey James. I know this is probably a bad time but, ya' know that '85
Suzuki Madura I have? Well, I just bought a Ninja and I remembered you
wanted first crack if I were to sell......"
Two hours later I was the proud owner of a Suzuki GV1200GLF Madura.
The ride home was sureal. Tears rolling down my face from pain and a
smile from ear to ear.
I rode that one for about 2 years before I had to let her go. Job was
demanding too much time and she was being neglected. That combined
with a bad financial situation forced me to give her up.
OK. Job situation has changed. I've quit driving trucks and am in the
process of trying to get a small business off the ground. The moment
things stabilize, I'll be looking for my next ride.
In case you haven't noticed, I like classic Japanese iron. Particularly
street standards like the CB's and such. I'm hoping to find an '83
CB1000C for a decent price when I'm ready.
Anyway, sorry for being so verbose. Just thought I'd poke my head in and
say hello.