atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,
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#2255: My motorcycle

...because Og asked and I realized I've never talked about it.



...this isn't mine, but it for damn sure is the EXACT SPITTING IMAGE OF IT, except the one in the video is in much better shape. Mine sounds exactly like that one.

Unlike the one in the video, mine's still street legal: it's got lights and everything.



Again, this isn't mine, but is really close: mine doesn't have the rack on the back, over the taillight. Mine's a lot dirtier, too.

I don't have a motorcycle license; I never needed it. I only rode this bike off-road, though I sneaked some on-road riding from time to time, once in a long while. (For a little while it had plates and insurance on it, but I never got over to the DMV to take the test, worse luck.)

There seem to be a lot of green TS-90s out there. (Well, it was 1972, after all.)

What I want to do is to take the thing apart and clean everything completely. Use Ajax on the chrome with a toothbrush; get 38 years of accumulated grime and filth off the frame and other parts; get new tires and inner tubes on it; and generally restore it to "as new as possible" condition.

I'm going to need the services of a welding shop to fix a couple of things. The exhaust pipe cracked in like 1974, and was improperly welded; I think someone with a decent TIG welder could do a better job. Also, the taillight assembly needs some welding in a couple spots, though I might be able to do that myself with the flux-core unit in my garage.

I want to clean out all the fluid reservoirs and put in fresh everything. (The engine is a two-cycle engine but it uses oil injection.) I want to clean the carb and get it all nice and sparkly, and running well enough; then I want to take it to someone who knows how to adjust carbs and get it adjusted.

A tune-up is a foregone conclusion--points, plug, everything that I can find replacements for--along with the carb adjustment because it'd be nice if I didn't have to crank and crank the kick start to get it started, then nurse the choke until it's warmed up.

The motorcycle was bought new in 1972 for my oldest sister. At the time, there was a big field across the street from our house, and there were extensive woods about 1/4 mile away which everyone in the neighborhood used for all sorts of recreation. The hills were great for sledding in winter; in summer the creek was good for wading (as long as you didn't go too far downstream to where the village sewage discharge was) and it was cool in the forest. There were paths all over the place.

Besides the nearby woods, there was Old Road, where the trolley tracks used to run. One could go east of the lumberyard and ride north all the way to Steger; there were paths all over the place. There was also the former golf course west of the high school. It had gone under sometime in the 1930s; all that remained of it was a little bit of landscaping and two brick pillars by the road, where the entry gate had been.

Of course, houses were built in the field; the woods got a road and some houses, and the rest was marked "off limits" to just about everyone. "Old Road" was also restricted, and in the late 1990s it got developed. The former golf course is the site of the new high school.

In short, there really aren't many places left in Crete where one can ride a dirt bike. At least, not if you have to walk the thing there and back again. And while a youngster can usually get away with riding an unlicensed and uninsured dirt bike on the street, the police tend to take a dimmer view of a 43-year-old man doing it. (At that age you're supposed to know better. And have the wherewithal to obey the freakin' law.)

My sister sold it to my brother, who had it for a while before he bought a Honda Nighthawk 650 and sold the Suzuki to my Dad; who then sold it to me in 1993 when I wanted to get it plated and insured with a view to riding it around town. The one constant in the whole thing is that Dad insisted that the motorcycle not be sold outside the family. I was never really sure why, unless he was concerned about liability (that wouldn't surprise me, knowing him).

It's a dirt bike, and I'm not a road bike kind of guy; which is why I want to get a trailer hitch on the Jeep and then get one of those load platforms to strap the thing to. Then I can haul it to places where I can ride it without having to worry about teenage morons texting their girlfriends and not seeing the dork on the motorcycle until after he's knocked him into the next time zone....
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