Originally posted by Racer X 69 The last year or so of college I managed to get a co-signer and bout a 1988 Honda Hawk new, as I couldn't afford a car. I lived in a duplex and the back door came into the dining room. Since I didn't have a table in there, that is where I parked the bike. I laid down a piece of remnant carpet an installer friend of mine gave me to protect the floor.
It got some strange looks when people would come over, but often everyone wanted to sit on it.
I must admit, with a hint of embarrassment,
that I did a similar thing many years ago, when I was a single, young man. I built a wooden ramp that I would lay on the bottom rails of the sliding patio doors and and then would push my Yamaha 'Thumper' into the dining room, under the chandelier ... and on the carpeting. To be on the safe side I had a rubber mat under the crankcase...in case any oil dripped down. It didn't because it was a motorcycle made in Japan, which were well known back then to be relatively oil tight.
However, I wouldn't even think of bringing my English twin...a Norton 750cc engined Matchless Scrambler indoors...because many of us know about big English twins and their propensity to leak oil.
I stopped this motorcycle storage practice for two reasons. Number one, as my fiancee ...who upon seeing a bike in the house.... told me that a dining room is a dining room, not a storage shed for motorcycles. We got married shortly after and sold both our abodes to buy a new abode, together.
The second reason was the real estate saleslady. She agreed with my fiancee and said the motorcycle had to be moved, as a motorcycle in a dining room creates buyer resistance.
BTW, I have become a lot more civilized after many decades of marriage, and that change is all to the good.
I've often thought that civilization is but a thin veneer on many younger males and we males should be grateful to the females in our lives, for applying and maintaining that veneer.
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Originally posted by cooltouch Well, since I responded to the motorcyclical comment, I guess I need to show a pic or two of some of my current flock:
The R90/6:
The R100RS:
lesmore, over the years, I've gotten to know quite a few serious riders who live north of the snow line. One thing that they often do, and which I admire them for, is their attention to their machines in the off-season. Many will go totally through their bikes so that, once the snow's melted and the roads are dry, they're ready to get some serious riding done. These guys are just as true motorcyclists as anyone else, in my book. Down here, where I can ride 365 days a year, often my bikes will get somewhat neglected on the preventative maintenance side, cuz I'm riding when I might oughta be wrenching.
Beautiful bike. Over the years I have desired a BMW boxer twin, like yours.
It all started around 1967 when I was a teenager and saw my first BMW R69s. Then in 1977, I saw my first BMW R90s. It had Swedish plates and the rider stayed at the same bed and breakfast as my wife and I did, in Fort William, Scotland. Funny how I remember these instances after so many years, but they did make an impression on me.