KX Riders
General => In General... => Topic started by: BDI on August 29, 2007, 12:37:06 PM
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When I was a kid my dad would take his chain off and completely degrease It In solvent then he would put It in a old coffee can with his favorite grease and simmer It on a bunson burner for a while so that the grease would fully penetrate the chain. I'm not sugesting this I just thought It was interesting my dad Is super old school. When he was a kid there was no such thing as chain lube In a aerosol can. He Is 62 now and when he was a kid his dirt bike was a triumph that he made Into a dirt bike. I Love to hear the stories about dirt biking back In the old days and the crazy stuff my dad and his buddys used to do you could not pry me away with a crowbar when the B/S would start flying. You got any cool stories about your dad or even you from the days when fenders and gas tanks were metal and long travel meant you had four inches of travel Instead of three?
P.S. pictures would be cool exspecially black and white ones
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good one, I remember going to the races with my Dad(R.I.P.) he used tolike to run the oddball bikes. he used to race Husqvarnas, Maicos, Bultacos...anything but the big 4. His last motocross bike was a Maico 460...A BEAST!!!! he crashed it and broke his shoulder, but the bike was ok. so he let one of his friends race it the next weekend. the guy was a team Honda rider, David something, brought it back after 1 race...said"this thing is F@ckingNuts". that was one of the things that to me made my Dad such a Hero to me. Love those memories......MK
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My dad tells me the stories about how they use to ride all day without helmets no shirt just tennis shoes and shorts :-o I think Alan has a photo of him back in the day no helmet no shirt and long hair flyin as he whips a sand berm. Unreal.
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my gosh, I'll post some stories later. (at work right now)
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good one, I remember going to the races with my Dad(R.I.P.) he used tolike to run the oddball bikes. he used to race Husqvarnas, Maicos, Bultacos...anything but the big 4.
Back in the day THOSE were the bikes to have, nobody wanted the jap junk.
My first fast bike was a Hodaka Combat Wombat 125, what a piece of crap, but boy did I think I had something. That big Chrome tank was something to be proud of, that is until you wadded it up and smashed it. In my infinite wisdom, thinking I knew more than the manuf. I decide I was going to make it a forward mounted rear shocks bike (forward mounted rear shocks were the rage), out came the torch and welder and yep she had forward mounted shocks, and if it was possible to make it handle worse than stock, I'd accomplished it. That bike took every cent I ever had till I got rid of it, and by rid of I mean shoved it into the scrap heap. I will say I had a lot of fun, but maybe it's be so long ago I really don't remember, I think it was one of those 2-10 bikes, ride for 2 hours and work on for 10. I think I could take that motor apart in my sleep, of course maybe that was my problem, I took it apart.
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when my dad was about 18 he was out in a gravel pit in michigan spinnin donuts on a indian scout that belonged to his older brother. well' that was all good and fun till it caught traction and flipped over and bent the throttle tube sticking it WOT :-o. by the way, the rear tire came to rest directly on top of his back which didnt feel to good with a spinning wheel on skin. he ended up losing most of the skin off his back and had to spend the next few weeks sleeping in a chair backwards so the skin could heal. the funny thing is that he laughs when he tells that story now. i swear they made em tougher back in the day. if that happened to me i probably would cry like a little girl.
when i was a little kid, he had a 750 triumph. one night he was riding in the dark on a dirt road near our house and hit a deer at around 50mph. well, the forks bent under the bike a ways but amazingly he didn't lay it down, get thrown off or even get a scratch. the good lord must love my dad as much as i do. those are just the stories that he is willing to tell. i can only imagine the REALLY wild things he used to do. Maddoggy
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my Dad was killed on his street bike June of last year. he hit a coyote at about 70mph at5:30 in the morning. he was on his way to work and never made it. I think of all the crap he made it through in his life, and it just still doesn't seem real.
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Very sorry to hear about that. You always miss them when they are gone. Cam.
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my Dad was killed on his street bike June of last year. he hit a coyote at about 70mph at5:30 in the morning. he was on his way to work and never made it. I think of all the crap he made it through in his life, and it just still doesn't seem real.
My dad still rides he has a yamaha road star 1600 he makes mistakes now and then. I watched him buck a curb at 50 mph,he pulled It off, I was right behind him on my gsxr1000 when he hit it. He has diabeties glaucoma and one eye because he stuck the other one out with a screw driver when he was sixteen. My wife thinks he should just stop riding. I think It would be better to die doing something you enjoy rather then laying in a bed or sitting in a chair. My dad rides his bike to work every day. When I red this post I had to suck It up, It hit to close to home, sorry about your loss. Im 33 when I cant figure something out I still call my dad for help. I do not know what I will do when he Is gone.
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my Dad was killed on his street bike June of last year. he hit a coyote at about 70mph at5:30 in the morning. he was on his way to work and never made it. I think of all the crap he made it through in his life, and it just still doesn't seem real.
sorry to hear that Brandon. at least he was doing something he liked. i'm sure that when my dad is gone it will leave a big hole in my life too. sad, MADDOGGY
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thanx guys, it still gets me. something will happen in my day and I still catch myself reaching for my cell phone....then I remember.....when I see my little girls do something funny or something that makes me proud, I reach for it...just want to tell him, to hear him laugh. I just hope he's able to see our lives happen below him somewhere. he's my inspiration. grew up on the racetrack watching him...yelling for him to GO GO GO!!!! I just hope he's up there yelling at me.
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good one, I remember going to the races with my Dad(R.I.P.) he used tolike to run the oddball bikes. he used to race Husqvarnas, Maicos, Bultacos...anything but the big 4.
Back in the day THOSE were the bikes to have, nobody wanted the jap junk.
My first fast bike was a Hodaka Combat Wombat 125, what a piece of crap, but boy did I think I had something. That big Chrome tank was something to be proud of,
at one of the shops i was working at years ago (i am young so only like 6 years or so ago) the head mechanic was telling me a story of when he was in highschool his neighbor had a old Hodaka 125 but he told everyone he was going "Honda Ridding" :lol:
~sorry to bring up n older post ( i am playing catch-up) but it is as funny as when people say they are ridding there seadoo's when they actually have a kawasaki or yamaha