What ever happened to the CB550?
<<< A while back, I'm not going to say how embarrassingly long, I bought my VERY FIRST moto, a 75' HONDA CB550F off of Kijiji for 550 bucks. The guy kick started it, it ran briefly, and we took it home. I found out shortly after that the carbs needed re-building, which wasn't a big surprise, 'cause the moto was fuckin' old, and the seals had rotted, leaking gas everywhere. But it fuckin' ran, and sounded killer.
I took it to an acquaintance mechanic, who does custom work on cars and is a master welder. This moto needed new handlebars, a rear fender weld, and carb work.
So first step was to tear apart the carbs and get them cleaned up, as well as ordering new seals and other bits. And yes, I took them apart.
That's as far as the motodawg got really, he's still sitting in the mechanic's garage. The mech was going to clean the carbs and put them back together. He is instructed to change the handle bars to clubman style bars. I still have intentions to make this into a cafe racer.
But this moto needs much more work, the tank needs to be cleaned and coated, the electrical needs to be re-done. The biggest hinderance now, is that I am in Kingston and the moto is in Barrie...the mech doesn't work on it much when I ask him to...because I'm not around.
I still have intentions to work on it, and get him street-worthy. He doesn't have to be pristine, in fact, I want this moto to be rough & raw. It's a project after all.
In the midterm, I did buy a 02' Honda Shadow 750 from a friend to start getting my moto riding experience. Yes, that's a big engine for a new girl rider, but I'm not an idiot, I knew I'd out-grow a 250 in a month, so I went big-ish right away. And I am happy I did. It was a challenge at first, but now that I've got it, I will never be new again. The shitty thing is, I want a more powerful moto already.
The summer of 2013, I rode nearly every day. I left my car in Barrie, in my mama's underground parking, to force myself to become a stronger rider. And that I did. It was my first time riding, I was passenger for over 15 years, but this time, it was me gripping the bars.
My whole world changed last summer. Riding is comparable to nothing else. It's uniquely exciting, no drugs needed for this gal, just some metal in between my legs will do.
I will someday soon own a garage, and you'll be seeing updates on the CB550 I call DAWG. Until then, I am planning my next moto after the shadow (bigger, and blacked out - Nightster Iron?).
AND I can't fucking wait for the spring to come. I am literally dreaming about riding, and this snow couldn't leave fast enough. I'm single, and I need that moto to ride for some sort of excitement.