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Do Not Read This Post For New 2010 Honda VFR 1200 News

Do Not Read This Post For New 2010 Honda VFR 1200 News

It seems like the same old news circulates around the blogosphere these days. The same spy shots, the same hot stories about new bike models or the demise of old ones. There doesn’t always seem to be room in the motorcycle blog world for the little guy who doesn’t peddle up to the minute industry news to compete. Well damn it, I may not have any hot scoops, I may not be able to help you fix your fuel injection but what I can do is be snarky. So with that, I give you:

the hideous 2010 Honda VFR 1200

2010 Honda VFR 1200 Haiku

hideous land beast
ugly giant can mocks me
moshi moshi fug

Sixteen thousand clams
have you lost your blessed mind
no free centerstand

my poor eyes they burn
Interceptor waves goodbye
foul rancid dumpling

Please – Join me with some VFR haiku of your own below!

First Ride Impressions: 1968 Honda CL 350 Cafe Project Bike

First Ride Impressions: 1968 Honda CL 350 Cafe Project Bike

Fuzzygalore riding Kennys 1968 Honda CL 350 Cafe Racer Project BikeKenny was in the driveway tinkering with the clutch on the CL when I pulled in yesterday morning. He urged me to take it for a ride so I slipped my jacket and helmet on and went through the side streets of our development.

Overall Impression

This is a charming motorcycle. Visually speaking, the bike has that ‘it factor’ that makes you fall in love with it. Riding it doesn’t do much to diminish that feeling. At over 40 years old, it is of course not perfect by modern motorcycle standards. But when you are cruising along on it none of that matters. Where a new motorcycle does a lot of the work for you, the CL makes you do the work for it.  That being said, the work is rewarding. Have you heard people speak of character or soul in a bike? This Honda has it in spades.

I followed behind Kenny on the bike’s maiden voyage, in my car. He was buzzing along at 75 on the highway which really surprised me. My mind was foolishly prepared for 55 wide open. While my little trip around the block didn’t see anything over 40mph, nothing about the CL’s 30-odd horsepower felt lacking. I enjoyed my 10 minutes thoroughly.

Are you a People Person?

When you pull in anywhere, people will talk to you about the bike.  If you are a wallflower, this is not the bike for you. If you’re a snarky a-hole, you will be in heaven. The law of averages means you will get a high percentage of stupid questions. Today when Kenny pulled in, got off the bike and took his helmet off, I saw someone walk over to him and ask, Do you know what kind of bike this is? Oh boy.

The custom exhaust is being fabricated now and should be here in the next couple weeks so more pictures will be forthcoming. Hopefully I can talk Kenny into saying a few new words about his girl in the meantime. Stay tuned!

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Kennys 1968 Honda CL 350 project bike - beforeKennys 1968 Honda CL350 Cafe Racer Project BikeKennys 1968 Honda CL 350 Cafe Racer Project BikeKennys 1968 Honda CL 350 Cafe Racer Project Bike
Sneak Peek: 1968 Honda CL350 In the Homestretch

Sneak Peek: 1968 Honda CL350 In the Homestretch

I don’t want to steal Kenny’s thunder but I’m just so proud of this jewel. There have been a few false starts and detours along the way but the 1968 Honda CL350 is finally in the homestretch. Kenny had a vision to turn a lump of coal into a diamond. Outside of a gorgeous custom exhaust most of last bits and baubles will be going on today.

1968 Honda CL350 Cafe Racer Project Bike
1968 Honda CL350 when we first got it.
Stay tuned for updates and photos of the completed project!
CBR XX Blackbird: Could this be the fountain of youth?

CBR XX Blackbird: Could this be the fountain of youth?

On Tuesday evening, I rode over to my friend Bill’s place because he needed a lift to satisfy a dream and pick up a beautiful new to him CBR XX Blackbird. After giving him a proper warning that I could indeed be the world’s worst passenger I climbed up on to the pillion seat of my own bike. This is definitely a perk of knowing a girl that rides. Riding bitch on another guy’s bike is something that most of the men I know wouldn’t do unless they were responsible for transporting vital organs to the hospital to save 38 orphans, 2 nuns and a priest at that very moment. Even then I think they’d probably ride waaaaaaay back on the seat while covering their faceshield.

Being a passenger is mentally exhausting! Do people ever make a comfortable transition from rider to pillion or am I just a nut? The internal dialogue in my helmet went something like this:

Hmm, ok. Where the hell am I supposed to put my hands?

Ugh, it probably feels like having a circus elephant balancing on ball with me back here.

Oh no, am I leaning too much? If I don’t lean will I feel like a bag of cement back here?

Oh boy, I’m pretty sure that car is going to merge into us.

Twenty not-knowing-where-to-hold-on minutes later, we pulled up to the sellers house and hopped off the bike.  As we stood there pulling our helmets off in the evening sun, just fifty feet stood between Bill and his black beauty. I felt pretty fortunate to watch a desire that has been burning in a man for just about as long as I have had the pleasure of calling him my friend, finally come to fruition. Getting the things that you want in this life, material or otherwise can be so satisfying.

Bill and his new to him Honda CBR XX Blackbird
I don’t know at what point as an adult you turn the corner of learning to be truly happy for other people, but I have to say… I was really happy for him. I could see his quiet excitement bubbling. I don’t think the smile left his face during the entire transaction. When the handshakes were done and  we pulled away, I rode along behind him grinning in my helmet. I was thinking that maybe there is something to this fountain of youth business. Could it be the new bike smell? As he goosed the throttle this man of 50+ years looked like he was 25 years old. Something tells me he probably felt like it too.
Bill on his CBR Blackbird XX
Many more happy, safe miles to you, Bill!