My wife and I putt-putted around on this same machine back in the Dream Times. With us kids and a duffel of clothes it’d hit 60 MPH with a good tail wind. Ours was made in ‘82. It died for good when we got home from a ride up to Peace River and back. I shut her off…and she never started again. But - by Godfrey! She got us home. She ALWAYS got me home. How I miss her.
Today Big Red is powered by a big 1700cc longitudinally mounted V-Twin and he’ll do 75 MPH all day long with us two lard assed old geezers and all the compartments stuffed with luggage. We could never go back to the little 500 even if we wanted to because we’ve eaten too many pancakes over the years, we’d break the poor thing’s back if we sat on it! HAR HAR HAR!
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The rest of the thread is over at the campfire via Eaton Rapids Joe. (Thanks, Joe. The pic just made my day). There’s other ghosts there… but like this one… they’re all friendly…
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