My Rides

I have a few bikes in my current 'stable', most notably: 

1986 Goldwing Aspencade (GL1200A)

1980 Goldwing Interstate (GL1100I)   For Sale

1977 Goldwing (GL1000)

1981 Silverwing Interstate (GL500I)

1984 Nighthawk 'S' (CB700SC)   For Sale

1979 Yamaha SR500

 I can't even remember all of the bikes I've owned over the years, but several stand out to me:

1969 HD full chop, 18" over front forks, hardtail frame, ape hanger handlebars, king/ queen chopper seat (bottom of the shoulderblade passenger point) with the exhaust supporting the sissybar/ backrest! The biggest problems with this bike were the kick-only start, advanceless magneto ignition (combined put me over the handlebars twice), and the hardtail causing me to pee blood after a run to Ensenada, Mexico, hence my selling it!

1949 Harley FL Hydraglide The oldest bike I've owned to date and the only tank shifter. Got her and a 54 with foot shift for $2k in '83 and sold the pair later that year to finance my racing efforts (two race bikes, a transporter, spare parts, riding gear, beer money, etc...)

1980 Yamaha TZ250G  This little racer and I went to numerous ARRA, AFM and WERA events from late '83 'till I stepped up (over?!) to Superbike in early '85. We made the podium in all but 7 races, with 5 DNFs (1 hi-side, 2 low and the other 2 while getting used to her) with my stature (6'1" & around 200# is a bit big for the class) and my love of the smell of burnt castor oil coming from the tailpipes of the leading bikes keeping me off the top step more often than on it! That said, if it weren't for my military commitments keeping me from a few races, I might have won the F2 championship in at least one of the seasons!   

The bike you see on these pages, is my current hi-mileage ride, my 1986 Aspencade. So far she has averaged around 20k miles per year under my ass! The picture was shot 1 week after replacing the front forks (chronic fork seal leaks) and 20 minutes after having a 90's Subaru back up over the front wheel at a stop sign, breaking the front fender and tossing me 15 feet into the grass (about where I was standing when I snapped the photo!) Fun part was keeping the moron from getting to his car after I refused to NOT call the cops! Seems he didn't have insurance, and his ID was iffy... The insurance info he gave the traffic court, and me, was bogus, and the follow up by the Sheriff's office didn't find him at the given address. Another lesson learned in West Chicano, IL. Luckily, the front fender was the only part that needed replacement. She has gone through quite the transformation over the time I've had her, more pics will be up soon...