@digital*ghost wrote:Definitely not the most traditional mother one could have, lol. At least when she upgraded to the Harley, me and my brothers could hear her coming home when she was still a couple of minutes away and could scramble to get to the chores she told us to do before she left and pretend we'd started them much earlier. Best bikes ever.
We used to be able to hear my brother's Honda 750 coming from at least 10 kms away (in the country). We kept it a few years after he died and people would ask Dad if he still had it. He used to say he rode it around the farm occasionally and then afterwards he'd grin at us and say, "Well, I do ride it 'around' the farm", meaning he rode it along the roads that went around three sides of the farm. One day he had my sister on the back and he took off fast enough that he almost left her sitting on the ground. He did it deliberately because he said she didn't realise how much power it had and she didn't hold on tight enough.
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@davewil1964 wrote:Regardless of anything else, you're always going to be behind the eight ball buying something like that from the US.
For starters, you would be up for a significant amount for freight, which a US buyer won't be. There would be GST on the bike plus the freight. If the seller uses the GSP, you are unlikely to even get it as Pitney Bowes would probably refuse to send it as it is used and has a petrol tank.
More importantly, you are taking the seller's word for the condition and any faults.
Just on the petrol tank thing, I have sold a petrol tank to an in international buyer ( Phillipines from memory ) on ebay. Australia post advised that as long as it was dry inside and free of fumes it was OK to send. It was all declared to both AP and customs and went through without a hitch.
The tank was from a mini moke. People install an extra tank in the opposite side pod of Mokes to regular fitting as a long range tank. Imagine a car company today trying to get approval for a metal baking tray with an engine in the front and petrol tanks alongside the driver and passenger, acting as the crumple zone in a side impact accident............
Ah, the 1960,s, No rules and regulations or government interference in our lives...... happy days !!!
I've got 2 sons that ride Harley's and one of them is a bikie fortunately/unfortunately which ever way you look at it 
lol.
They both used to race trail bikes and were sponsered to race by Suzuki.
They're both good boys and haven't done anything really that bad in their lives haha.
My first road bike was a Yamaha XS 650. The missus who still had 5% vision at the time used to ride dirt bikes around the farm and decided to try out the Yami. She hopped on, put it into gear, opened the throttle up like a dirt bike and crashed stright into a closed gate. The 650 was as heavy as a boat anchor and simply wouldnt turn when the missus tried to lean over. ...
When a young couple got married it was a tradition in the country to decorate the going away car with shaving cream, toilet paper and tie tin cans to the rear bumper. Well wishers would then follow the car up the road for miles. We hid our car in a shed several miles from the church, much to the chagrin of friends who could not find it for the cream bombing ceremony. When it was time to leave the wedding reception we wheeled the 650 from its hiding place in then church garden shed, and with new wife still in wedding gown and veil, headed through the scrub leaving the well wishers unable to follow, stuck on the roads
I still have the bike hidden away in a huge old water tank on one of the remote farms. It is covered with a sheet and an inch thick layer of dust waiting for my retirement as a restoration project.. It is in good company with a collection of other old dirt bikes as minions to his lordship. The tank is also packed to the rafters with antiques and collectables. A bit like a pharoh buried with his servents in a tomb.
I just hope if I pop off my perch unexpectedly, that others remember the treasure trove hidden in the old tank.
@padi*0409 wrote:Chamo, I don't even want to think what I swapped my Triumph Tiger Cub for back in the '60s..................
You could always tell where a trumpy had being (there was oil all over the place).
It was a "constant oil change" innovation by the British tazz................
@collect247 wrote:I've got 2 sons that ride Harley's and one of them is a bikie fortunately/unfortunately which ever way you look at it
They both used to race trail bikes and were sponsered to race by Suzuki.
They're both good boys and haven't done anything really that bad in their lives haha.
That's pretty impressive (the sponsorships) - I think most people (just in my limited experience) who love bikes are good people, if they're not, it's not really got anything to do with riding. My mum's crowd were more just hippies who loved bikes, rather than what many people think of when they hear "bikie", she did know and ride with people in the Hells Angels and such, but it was more an association built from shared interests and mutual respect, some may even still wear the patch that was made in her memory (the fundraiser I mentioned was for me and my brothers - I was 14 at the time and that was the last time I ever saw most of them, except for a decade later on the 10 year anniversary, a few rode out to pay tribute). I did go to their club (in Adelaide) a few times before that, but all I really ever saw was a group of friends enjoying life, though definitely with a little excess here and there, and loving their bikes. (She was always ticked off when people called her or her friends "bikies" instead of "bikers" lol, as she saw a distinction between them and herself / her friends - bikies were the gangs giving her and her friends a bad name).
@brer - we lived in the country as well, so sound definitely traveled. That thing was like an air raid siren. 
