fuminous wrote:
No, I don't remember white walls either - but I remember 300cc as a little light for pushing a windshield and saddlebags down a Montana highway with the smell of hogs and wheat and hay, sun on my face and, as Bob Seger would sing 30 years later, "... point that big two wheeler toward that northern plain and just roll that power on.." (HA!) The "Dream" was the bloated Cadillac of Honda's stable but, I was 13 and in love... growing up ruins all that... Thanks again Hot Texas for the excellent photos and memories- sorry for hijacking your thread...
No, I don't remember white walls either - but I re... (
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Your not hijacking it at all, My first was a 1969 Yamaha 90 at 14 years old, rode it to school every day, I remember it was foggy and I was soaked by the time I got to school.