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this is an article i wrote for Mike at Cafe Racer Magazine , but unfortunately for reasons unknown to me ... it didn't make the cut
so i have been going around the web slapping it where ever i think peeps would want to see it.. i'll get to the pics in a minute.. so please enjoy. ...M
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My love of cafe racers was really just a stream of "not so random" coincidences.
I’ve always danced to the beat of a different drum. Most of my tastes fall into the obscure. So I’m always looking for something no one else has... or even wants.
I’ve always loved custom cars, or pretty much custom anything. My motorcycle love affair started with the bobber. I was getting into all the chopper magazines and just admiring the lifestyle. When I was a little kid, I was a skinny short little scrub who always got his ass kicked. Now I always went down swingin' … but I almost always went down. So the tough guy, bad ass biker image was always appealing. I knew when I was done putting myself through school for welding that I would have a bike. But when the Discovery channel started shoving the OCC garbage down everyone’s throat, I slowly found myself sick of the whole chopper/bobber revival and wanted something different, but wasn’t sure what.
Now skip a couple of years...to my buddy having a bike he wanted to get rid of . Now at the time, I had no idea about the CB. My first thought was “I’ll beat the crap out of this lil thing and get something better.” It wasn't till 3 years later, when I was researching parts online and stumbled into the SOHC4.net forums, and started to realize that what I thought was a "bic lighter" was really a "propane torch"! I had really underestimated the power of this little fourbagger . That is where I learned what a cafe racer was. As well as typical ways in which they were built, and made some awesome friends as well. This is where ,what I would consider “my building style” really took shape.
Now as far as the bike, oh man, where do I start ... definitely not in sequential order.
The first thing everyone always wants to know is "What's up with the leopard print?" To explain it simply, ...it's a hot rod/psychobilly thing, either you get it .. or you're looking all confused, or throwing gay jokes at me. It was originally a table cloth from a company that rented them out for parties and weddings. I had an insider swipe me one because it seemed they weren't for sale. It's a velvety, fuzzy feeling material that has a plastic backing so it's waterproof, and of course I scotchguarded the hell out of it ,just in case.
The frame's modifications are really what makes it stand out to me; the rear frame support was cut off and moved forward four inches, to make room for the fender to come forward almost six inches. I sacrificed a basement shelf to make the cowl section behind the seat, bringing the frame into the foreground, so to speak. I really love the way the rear fender and seat go INTO the frame, not just sit on top of it. Some have said that notching the frame for pod air filters to fit is really overdoing it.... well they would be right. Those notches are reinforced with 3/8” steel plate on the outside, 1/4" plate on the back, and the pipe is capped with 1/8” plate. Those notches saw more cutting, welding, and grinding then the rest of bike hands down. The exhaust bracket was cut out of ¼” steel plate with a plasma cutter, and ground smooth with about 20 different Dremal bits. One part of the frame no one ever notices , the horn mount, or the goatee as I call it.
The seat is the original seat foam; I cut a piece of sheet metal for the seat pan, glued the foam to it ...then went at it with the angle grinder. Then wrapped it in the leather from an old couch cushion. The seat upholstery I’m actually not that happy with and someday it will get redone
The motor was completely rebuilt, stock bore. It started with a new Megacycle camshaft, valve springs, and new rocker arms, then after the head was ported it got new Honda repro valves, I also port matched the intake manifolds and added a heat wrapped Mac 4 into 1 exhaust on the exit. The K&N air filters were squeezed into their notched home. Behind the polished fins of the ignition cover lies a DynaS electronic ignition, which draws the power from the Deka gel cell battery, sending its juices up to the Dyna 5ohm coils, through the Dyna wires and into the NGK spark plugs, sending me flying down I-94 at 100 plus on a nice sunny day.
As for the front end, I’ve always liked the look of clean shiny exposed forks. But my 550 had gaiters (fork boots) and headlight ears. The fork tube’s condition after spending 30 plus years underneath all that, was way less than desirable. So the rusty top half of the tubes was sanded clean. Then the bottom half was taped off before getting shot with engine enamel. The fork lowers were polished. A tapered steering stem bearing kit was installed. The brakes were taken from an early model CB750, the caliper’s fins were polish and the rotor was drilled .A chrome headlight and mounts are a perfect compliment for all that in my opinion.
The gauges were completely disassembled and re-done by hand, now when I say by hand, I mean the gauge faces were painted then each digit was laid down individually with an Exacto knife, and then clear coated. All new chrome covers and backing plates were used upon reassembly. And let’s not forget all the chrome plated nuts and bolts, they have got to be the most costly thing on the whole bike. I must have spent at least $500 on fancy chrome bolts and colony spike nuts . The hand controls are all stock Honda, I wanted to keep that vintage look. But clean it up at the same time. So my thinking was to clean up the cockpit area so I made a gauge mount to bring the gauges closer to each other and the bike. I then relocated the key to the crotch area.
The rear hub was laced to wider Harley rim, to accommodate the wider 130 tire. Both hubs were polished and let me tell ya... polishing hubs sucks. Then that whole sha-bang was wrapped with Maxxis whitewalls
Then one day, I walked out into my garage . . . and saw the worst… scariest... heart wrenching thing any of us could ever see….
My bike had burned to the ground…
There are many theories on how the bike caught fire, which is truly irrelevant to me (then and now). There was a flannel sheet over the bike, which caught fire. The sheet also helped keep the fire going. I should probably let you know right about now that the gas tank, seat, and side covers were not on it. So the fire could have for sure been worse.
Every single electrical component was toast. Every wire, every single piece of rubber, think about it… carb boots, tank mounts, peg cushions, grips , and so on …. Not just tires. All the bondo work had to be redone. Lucky for me I had tons of the leopard fabric left over (still have tons actually). The only part that was in the fire that managed to come out unhurt was the insides of the gauges.
Let me tell you, from one gearhead to another… I cried …. I cried like a toddler that just got his favorite toy taken away for something he didn’t do.
I worked on that machine day and night. It truly became an unhealthy obsession. I didn’t eat much, or sleep much. Almost all my extra money went to the bike, some that shouldn’t have. (Oops)
Then when it was all said and done , I rode it up to Mods vs. Rockers in the lovely city of Chicago, and won myself a trophy
It took about 3 months to get it back to where you see it today. That’s how it got its name. The Phoenix, risen from the ashes. It took the help of a lot of good people and a lot of nights with no sleep to get it done that fast.
And if it’s ever destroyed again?
I’ll rebuild it again… period.
so i have been going around the web slapping it where ever i think peeps would want to see it.. i'll get to the pics in a minute.. so please enjoy. ...M
..................................................................
My love of cafe racers was really just a stream of "not so random" coincidences.
I’ve always danced to the beat of a different drum. Most of my tastes fall into the obscure. So I’m always looking for something no one else has... or even wants.
I’ve always loved custom cars, or pretty much custom anything. My motorcycle love affair started with the bobber. I was getting into all the chopper magazines and just admiring the lifestyle. When I was a little kid, I was a skinny short little scrub who always got his ass kicked. Now I always went down swingin' … but I almost always went down. So the tough guy, bad ass biker image was always appealing. I knew when I was done putting myself through school for welding that I would have a bike. But when the Discovery channel started shoving the OCC garbage down everyone’s throat, I slowly found myself sick of the whole chopper/bobber revival and wanted something different, but wasn’t sure what.
Now skip a couple of years...to my buddy having a bike he wanted to get rid of . Now at the time, I had no idea about the CB. My first thought was “I’ll beat the crap out of this lil thing and get something better.” It wasn't till 3 years later, when I was researching parts online and stumbled into the SOHC4.net forums, and started to realize that what I thought was a "bic lighter" was really a "propane torch"! I had really underestimated the power of this little fourbagger . That is where I learned what a cafe racer was. As well as typical ways in which they were built, and made some awesome friends as well. This is where ,what I would consider “my building style” really took shape.
Now as far as the bike, oh man, where do I start ... definitely not in sequential order.
The first thing everyone always wants to know is "What's up with the leopard print?" To explain it simply, ...it's a hot rod/psychobilly thing, either you get it .. or you're looking all confused, or throwing gay jokes at me. It was originally a table cloth from a company that rented them out for parties and weddings. I had an insider swipe me one because it seemed they weren't for sale. It's a velvety, fuzzy feeling material that has a plastic backing so it's waterproof, and of course I scotchguarded the hell out of it ,just in case.
The frame's modifications are really what makes it stand out to me; the rear frame support was cut off and moved forward four inches, to make room for the fender to come forward almost six inches. I sacrificed a basement shelf to make the cowl section behind the seat, bringing the frame into the foreground, so to speak. I really love the way the rear fender and seat go INTO the frame, not just sit on top of it. Some have said that notching the frame for pod air filters to fit is really overdoing it.... well they would be right. Those notches are reinforced with 3/8” steel plate on the outside, 1/4" plate on the back, and the pipe is capped with 1/8” plate. Those notches saw more cutting, welding, and grinding then the rest of bike hands down. The exhaust bracket was cut out of ¼” steel plate with a plasma cutter, and ground smooth with about 20 different Dremal bits. One part of the frame no one ever notices , the horn mount, or the goatee as I call it.
The seat is the original seat foam; I cut a piece of sheet metal for the seat pan, glued the foam to it ...then went at it with the angle grinder. Then wrapped it in the leather from an old couch cushion. The seat upholstery I’m actually not that happy with and someday it will get redone
The motor was completely rebuilt, stock bore. It started with a new Megacycle camshaft, valve springs, and new rocker arms, then after the head was ported it got new Honda repro valves, I also port matched the intake manifolds and added a heat wrapped Mac 4 into 1 exhaust on the exit. The K&N air filters were squeezed into their notched home. Behind the polished fins of the ignition cover lies a DynaS electronic ignition, which draws the power from the Deka gel cell battery, sending its juices up to the Dyna 5ohm coils, through the Dyna wires and into the NGK spark plugs, sending me flying down I-94 at 100 plus on a nice sunny day.
As for the front end, I’ve always liked the look of clean shiny exposed forks. But my 550 had gaiters (fork boots) and headlight ears. The fork tube’s condition after spending 30 plus years underneath all that, was way less than desirable. So the rusty top half of the tubes was sanded clean. Then the bottom half was taped off before getting shot with engine enamel. The fork lowers were polished. A tapered steering stem bearing kit was installed. The brakes were taken from an early model CB750, the caliper’s fins were polish and the rotor was drilled .A chrome headlight and mounts are a perfect compliment for all that in my opinion.
The gauges were completely disassembled and re-done by hand, now when I say by hand, I mean the gauge faces were painted then each digit was laid down individually with an Exacto knife, and then clear coated. All new chrome covers and backing plates were used upon reassembly. And let’s not forget all the chrome plated nuts and bolts, they have got to be the most costly thing on the whole bike. I must have spent at least $500 on fancy chrome bolts and colony spike nuts . The hand controls are all stock Honda, I wanted to keep that vintage look. But clean it up at the same time. So my thinking was to clean up the cockpit area so I made a gauge mount to bring the gauges closer to each other and the bike. I then relocated the key to the crotch area.
The rear hub was laced to wider Harley rim, to accommodate the wider 130 tire. Both hubs were polished and let me tell ya... polishing hubs sucks. Then that whole sha-bang was wrapped with Maxxis whitewalls
Then one day, I walked out into my garage . . . and saw the worst… scariest... heart wrenching thing any of us could ever see….
My bike had burned to the ground…
There are many theories on how the bike caught fire, which is truly irrelevant to me (then and now). There was a flannel sheet over the bike, which caught fire. The sheet also helped keep the fire going. I should probably let you know right about now that the gas tank, seat, and side covers were not on it. So the fire could have for sure been worse.
Every single electrical component was toast. Every wire, every single piece of rubber, think about it… carb boots, tank mounts, peg cushions, grips , and so on …. Not just tires. All the bondo work had to be redone. Lucky for me I had tons of the leopard fabric left over (still have tons actually). The only part that was in the fire that managed to come out unhurt was the insides of the gauges.
Let me tell you, from one gearhead to another… I cried …. I cried like a toddler that just got his favorite toy taken away for something he didn’t do.
I worked on that machine day and night. It truly became an unhealthy obsession. I didn’t eat much, or sleep much. Almost all my extra money went to the bike, some that shouldn’t have. (Oops)
Then when it was all said and done , I rode it up to Mods vs. Rockers in the lovely city of Chicago, and won myself a trophy
It took about 3 months to get it back to where you see it today. That’s how it got its name. The Phoenix, risen from the ashes. It took the help of a lot of good people and a lot of nights with no sleep to get it done that fast.
And if it’s ever destroyed again?
I’ll rebuild it again… period.
;D ;D
