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| Crash Stories: |
I don't know how fast I was going, but it was pretty stretched out.
Leaning into a turn late at night on a podunk country road, I glanced down at the speedometer and the wind caught my glasses. Next thing I know, I'm coming to in a kudzu patch upside down in a lot of pain. The bike's half buried in the ditch and the fuel tank's across the road.
Now I'm toting a broken leg, 9 busted ribs, 4 cracked vertebrae, and a punctured lung.
A buddy came by and transported me to a local coffee shop but the pain got the best of me so I asked for a meat wagon to the chopshop where they doped me good, fabbed up a back brace, and told me I should consider another form of transport for a while. Like maybe a wheelchair.
Hell, did they think I was gonna do the putt-about unicycle style? Like, I'm gonna need some new forks, dude. |
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| Jeff Jackson's Bike |
| Model: tx650 |
| Make: yamaha |
| Year: 1973 |
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| Bike Bio: |
My brother's mechanic gave him this bike after it had sat in the downflow of a shed roof for about 10 years. The original owner brought it to the mechanic and said, "If you can't fix it, just blow it off." Well, he couldn't fix it so the bro got it for a project. About ten years later, it suffered the further indignity of surviving a garage fire. Bro hadn't been able to get it running either.
He wrapped it in visqueen and stored it in a tractor shed for another four years, meanwhile acquiring a slightly later version of the same model.
That's about when the bug bit me and brother responded by giving me the '73. We rolled it up to the cabin, fiddled around with it for most of the weekend, and then touched off the starter.
It popped almost immediatly, blowing the mufflers off and gagging us with soot.
Over the course of the following winter I dissassembled, cleaned, tweaked, and reassembled the bike and then went looking for the original owner to secure the title. Found him at the unemployment office one day after about 6 months of detective work and told him my story. The dude was totally gracious. He'd forgotten about the bike but was so glad it had been restored that he jumped right into helping me get it titled.
It's kinda bent right now, and so am I but we're a couple of survivors. To paraphrase the govorner of California, We'll be back. |
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