Hey Noel,
sorry I've only got a bunch of Triumph stuff at present. You're welcome to come by and have a look though. I'll get a list up on the sell forum before long. Some of it is swappable, if you're not determined to follow a rigorous restoration regimen.
Oh, and I've got a little axe to grind:
I take it you're taking all your "Ton-Up" brothers' anti-Brit twin propaganda with a good-humoured pinch of salt. There are two, and I am simplifying here, two types of (ex)Norton owners: those that got into it wide-eyed and recognizing the peerless aesthetic experience of riding "The Roadholder", and those whipped by repeated failures to meet the bike half-way on the maintenance front. Needless to say, those detractors who've never owned one are hardly in a position to pass judgement.
It's funny, you know, I rode Commandos for many years beginning in 1979. And it wasn't til I got on a Z1 for the first time that I was convinced of the irrevocable demise of the British bike industry as we'd known it. And even then my buddy on his Z1 couldn't follow me around corners! The Commando was the final manifestation of the original Ton-Up machines. Slagging it on this board is kinda laughable.
I am NOT a gearhead; I always had a friend or two blessed with that kind of aptitude. Did those friends do all my maintenance? Hardly. I started when I was eighteen, and quickly became an adept sidewalk mechanic. Over a space of fifteen years I put approximately 200,000 miles on a '72 Combat, a '69 S type, and 2 '74 850 Roadsters. The only advantage I can think of having enjoyed, was possession of a set of BSW wrenches and sockets. Armed with these and the realization that the only reasonable way to proceed was to attack maintenance on a routine basis, (ie. when it is required versus when it's too late,) I had a monumentally long and rewarding ride.
So, in summation: the bikes leak engine, primary and gear oil: Big Deal. I've ridden em hard, put em away wet, and NEVER been stranded in all of the time I owned the bikes. And if I had a specialty it was in the long-haul category. Ten-thousand mile winters avoiding the snow. Touring Europe. Following the Grateful Dead, I'm talking mileage, bro. I had to putt single-cylindered over 200 miles of mountain roads once. But the bike didn't give up. Don't get me wrong, you'll break down riding a Commando too. But that's when you'll meet amazing and generous people along the way. I've even beat speeding tickets when the cop just decides he'd rather talk about the Commando.
