Neddy,
Ol' war stories here mate and I'm loving it. I rode the Tiger for about 3 years and enjoyed every minute of it. Went everywhere on it. Mind you if mum had ever found out I had it I would not be alive today, Praise God. Anyway, I along with a bout 9 other elect apprentices bought these bikes in Brisbane at a ploice aucton and a mates father trucked them back to Townsville. We got the word they were in town and went straight to get them only to find that they were in a shed..... along with ground sheets and a box of tools.
His dad made us pull those bikes down to every last nut and bolt and them rebuild them under his directions so we knew they were no only roadworthy but almost brand new. I painted mine full black and did as much rechroming as psooible, was pretty chuffed with the final product.
Now I am sure you know that Townsville gets very hot in summer. So one night a bunch of us headed for the local swim centre where Lorry Lowance was a swim teacher in those days. About 9pm we left in our swim gear and mounted up for a ride to our favourite cafe. Well I ask my girlfriend if she was right, heard some answer and gunned the bike down the road.
I became aware that the bike was really getting up and going and wondered why, looked round and no pillion. I rode back to find my lady friend in her bikinis flat on her bottom on the road and spitting flames at me. Seems her bikini was still wet and as I rode off she slid off. Absolutly cried with laughter for about half an hour, man did I cop it for the next couple of weeks.
We did some not so safe things on those bikes but no one got hurt and no one died. Would I do it today? No way I would get locked up or what ever they do to you now. If we got caught we got a kick in the butt and then the local cop would tell our dads and we would cop it again. Helmets were not even invented then I remember, thongs and tshirts and shorts were the dress of the day.
We rode in the rain, the cold, the heat and what ever else the day ar night threw at us. If I remember I clocked up more than a 150k on that bike. I was depressed for a month after I sold it because I was going into the air force and didn't want any one riding it while I was away. The bike would have sat for 2 years before I could get back to it so sold it.
I rode bush bikes while in the force and when I got out rode road bikes again. Yamaha XJ550 was a favourite for several years. Now I ride a Yamaha 1100 cruiser and I reckon it might see me out of my riding days. I have it set up the way I want it and will just enjoy the ride for years to come.
I ride alone mostly now as I said, I love the solitude and the closeness to the land, the scenery, the wind and road noise. I have a couple of favourite places I like to sit on the bike and just enjoy the vista before me. I like the mountains in spring and the open paddocks in winter. It really doesn't matter where or why I just like to ride. Now and then it is good to have company and riding with the Chaplain from B4C is a real treat. I am a member of B4C hence the reference to the white shield we wear.
As I said I love the ol' war stories of riders who have reached our vintage, the young fellas have to get there yet.
