Ok, so up until last year I had always said I didn't want a street bike because I didn't want to get squished by some idiot soccer mom. I have a few friends that are riders that kept on me and I always just blew them off with "ah maybe someday..." I even got a few fixer upper bikes that were free if I wanted to fix them. Still wasn't interested.
My cousin has an 81 CB750 and I've ridden that and liked it. So one day I was cruising CL and searching for CB750's and there it was. About 3 minutes from my house was a 76 CB750. Same year as me!
I had to have it. Life just never would be complete - it was love at first sight.
Anyway it had been a "Project" bike for a number of years and had passed hands several times. They all had good intentions but just never got anything done. The couple I bought it from needed moving money to get to AZ. They made me promise that whenever I got it fixed up I had to send them pictures. I did one better, in less then a week I had it running and on the road and stopped by to see them as they were loading up the truck...
It was far from perfect - the rear shocks were shot and I would drag the centerstand on bumps, the head bearings where shot and it turned like a mack truck with a bad tire, the electric start didn't work... etc. I kept making small improvements and kept riding and having fun.
So this brings me to this season (I'm from Philly, we have riding seasons...). All I wanted to do was rebuild the suspension, get new rims and tires and replace the clutch. That's all...
But then everybody had something to say about the red frame. I didn't like it at first but it grew on me - it was kind of a rat bike. The best comment about the red frame I would get was "well........ It's your bike......" which was code for "I hate it."
I had the swingarm off (out to Hondaman for a rebuild) and my friends kept saying "The bike's already half apart... Why not paint the frame."
And the restoration was on... Oops.