Greetings, all! Just registered on this forum today; it looks the THE place to for for my next project!
I just picked up a 1975 CB550 Four K1 from an acquaintance of a good friend (and rabid bike-nut like myself, although he travels the British side of the road) for the incredible price of $25.00 (title included!!) It belonged to his brother-in-law, who is stationed overseas, and will be for quite some time. He is moving, and had to clear out the garage. Me; I'm lost without a winter project, and this one was meant to be!
First, a little history; the original owner was a pilot, and tragically, was killed in a plane crash about ten years ago. The guy I bough it from's brother-in-law ended up with it, in the hopes of finishing the project. As the seller explained; "The original owner thought he was "the guy". He wasn't; he started the project but lost interest, and then came the accident. When he died, my brother-in-law purchased it, thinking maybe he was "the guy". He wasn't either. You seem like you might be "the guy" to me...good luck with it!"
I truly hope I am "the guy". I truly have a passion for bikes, especially classic Jap motorcycles. My problem is, once I buy them, I fall in love with them for their endearing qualities, overlooking design flaws, outdated technology, etc. I just don't care. I don't need the fanciest, newest or flashiest bike. I look for character. I can't seem to get enough. Bike restoration seems to be my therapy. But, hey....enough about me. You're here for the bike....
My original intention, to be brutally honest, was to trim it down into a lean, mean cafe racer. I was totally on track with this plan after seeing the digital pix of this bike; repainted a plum/rose sort of purple, no tank decals, filthy dirty with rust spots, and the Most Heinous looking exhaust system ever created. Chop it up? No problem. Until I got it home, that is!
Upon the Handy Lift it went, out came the damp rag and soapy water. 10 years of grease and grime began disappearing before my eyes! I was gonna rip into this thing like a monkey on a cupcake, rip it down to bare frame, and....Hello; whats this? The nuts and bolts still have the factory yellow torque lacquer!? Under the layer of dirt, the engine cases still have the factory silver paint? No scratches on the side covers or pegs, or turn signals, from being dug in the dirt!!?? What we have here, is......pretty much, an UNMOLESTED 35-year old motorcycle!
Many of you might say, "So what?"
I can't see it that way. This is like...history. A blast from my youth. The mission reversed formation. Suddenly, this became a RESTORATION. Not a "project" or custom. So, this is the bike; this is the story. C'mon along, if you will.....