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The itch
I'm 31 and live in Scottsdale AZ with my wife and son. I own a botanical company in Scottsdale, also do work with addicts in recovery and occasional media and lobbying for addiction and botanical issues. Ive been riding and building for 9 years. I took a break from building after a VF750 project unraveled due to life constraints and the complications caused by merely losing the only key...carbs destroyed by metal flake from drilling out gas cap and wiring problems. It was a long, inspired build that ended in a non functional bike I no longer had time or money to commit to...I've had many friends die untimely deaths; it wasn't anywhere near losing a friend but cut surprisingly deep because of the almost paternal emotional investment. I took a few years off.
I regained my fire, started plotting in 2013 and in early 2015 I bought what I'd always wanted, a CB750. It's a DOHC and was stock, I began work immediately but it's been a lengthy, technical custom. It's nearly time to street it, it will be a gorgeous bike and has many deep physical changes.
2 weeks ago, I was pursuing C-list to get a bike for my wife before mine comes home from finalizing work in a shop. I was just looking, no intention to buy now. I hit refresh and watched an unreal SOHC bike pop up. I immediately messaged the guy and woke up early to be the first at his house to see it. It was literal treasure, the situation we all fantasize about...wealthy and prolific collector sells bikes just to clear out garage space, lists professionally maintained bike with low miles for cheap because it makes no difference to a millionaire. He just wants a good home for it, gives away extraordinary machine. It's a 74, customized in the late 70's and collection kept since then, totally period genuine cafe bike (brat) complete with psychedelic flake paint job intact and 12k miles. It's already beautiful, doesn't need a thing and that's why I got it. It was the only circumstance in which I'd of gotten another bike now. I tricked my wife into thinking I lost out on the deal, hid the bike and gave it to her for Xmas. The thing is a time machine and utterly precious, dream come true...a bike that doesn't need my customization to be emotionally valuable to me.
I'm looking forward to joining the community and getting back on the road.
These are old progress pics of the DOHC, it's farther along now.
I regained my fire, started plotting in 2013 and in early 2015 I bought what I'd always wanted, a CB750. It's a DOHC and was stock, I began work immediately but it's been a lengthy, technical custom. It's nearly time to street it, it will be a gorgeous bike and has many deep physical changes.
2 weeks ago, I was pursuing C-list to get a bike for my wife before mine comes home from finalizing work in a shop. I was just looking, no intention to buy now. I hit refresh and watched an unreal SOHC bike pop up. I immediately messaged the guy and woke up early to be the first at his house to see it. It was literal treasure, the situation we all fantasize about...wealthy and prolific collector sells bikes just to clear out garage space, lists professionally maintained bike with low miles for cheap because it makes no difference to a millionaire. He just wants a good home for it, gives away extraordinary machine. It's a 74, customized in the late 70's and collection kept since then, totally period genuine cafe bike (brat) complete with psychedelic flake paint job intact and 12k miles. It's already beautiful, doesn't need a thing and that's why I got it. It was the only circumstance in which I'd of gotten another bike now. I tricked my wife into thinking I lost out on the deal, hid the bike and gave it to her for Xmas. The thing is a time machine and utterly precious, dream come true...a bike that doesn't need my customization to be emotionally valuable to me.
These are old progress pics of the DOHC, it's farther along now.