Originally Posted by
Jantar
(Remember the days before that strange 250 cc limit)
When did that come in? I tried to sit my restricted on my CB350 and they wouldn't have a bar of it. Had to go and borrow my dad's A50 to sit it on...
That was in 1984...
Chin up Alarumba. At least you know where you have to work on.
Sod's law will, of course dictate that the very things you practice will not even be checked next time.
I spent sooooo much time practicing for my restricted and in the end I had to ride from Pearce House (Upper Cuba Street, down Webb Street, across Taranaki Street up Buckle St (before it was one-way) round the Basin Reserve, through Mt Vic tunnel, into Hataitai, U-turn in Hataitai Rd (a road that goes up a hill just to make it a bit tricky) and then back again, round the basin and back to Cuba Street.
When I got back the cop (traffic cops did the licences back then) told me how pleased he was at my riding the little bike and told me if I was going to take my dad's GS550E out any more I'd better be damn careful.
Turns out the bugger had seen me on my dad's bike the day before and recognised me because of my Jet Leathers and yellow Bell helmet.
Damn. No-one was supposed to see me on that bike...
... especially not the old man.
Good luck for next time.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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