kozikot
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Difference a few Stickers make 
wanted one of these but got one of these for now...
The other thing is that in the real world, a sorted 70's bike is plenty good enough speed wise and handling, with the added bonus of keeping or increasing it's value and being a talking point of interest and not the same as the nearest 10 bikes at a meet.Pops Yoshimura was the guy to go to for fast Honda CB750 bits in the early 70s
My 750 Four has the Yoshimura big bore kit fitted makes it an 810cc and the Yoshi cam to suit Makes for an interesting vintage Japanese bike Without any of the hassle of the modern stuff once set up it’s also got electronic ignition for easy starting and car like reliability and good fuel consumption although CB750s were always reliable once the rear drive chain issue was sorted I always use top grade chains & sprockets on my vintage Japanese bikes.
GPZ 900 Kawasaki bloke had one near us I used to watch him set off for work while I was waiting to go to school (sixth form) Don’t see many nowadays a true classic
I think the motorcycle industry has done well to reinvent itself.The other thing is that in the real world, a sorted 70's bike is plenty good enough speed wise and handling, with the added bonus of keeping or increasing it's value and being a talking point of interest and not the same as the nearest 10 bikes at a meet.
I am sure a few riders actually can operate all the modes on a modern bike, or can use the performance and cornering on a hyper sports bike, I an Sure a few people venture past tarmac or gravel tracks on their adventure tanks.
But in the last three years after a few years break, having been to dozens of events, and living in an area which draws in loads of bikers and has lots of ride-ins, I have come to the conclusion that many folks buy stuff far in excess of what they need or use, just for bragging rights when parked up.
I have even trundled past hyperbikes on my old 500 triple as they sit in traffic or overtaken them on the open road as they weave about like they are going really fast, have even seen guys doing that moto GP leg drop thing on bends near me, when they are doing 60 round a bend you could take at 100 plus.
It seems you have to look the part, rather than play the part, from racers to wild hogs to "the long way down" types, all a bit strange when viewed from an experienced riders perspective.
ATB, Ed
You could have popped in for a brew when you came through Wolsingham.I sold the exhaust for the X Country, the original one, I have a Scorpion on it and so don't need it. A chap who lives in Tow Law bought it, so rather than courier it I used delivering it as an excuse for a day out on the bike, and what a day it turned out to be.
I dropped Anna down to her Globe saviours and then came back and fuelled the bike from the outboard tank, oiled the chain and loaded up. The A50 was closed and it turns out that our financial advisor and long standing friend, 50 odd years in Anna's case, had died on the road in the early hours. No details, other than her name, have been released, so that is as much as we know. I had to retrace my steps and go back through the back lanes, along with all the trucks, vans and reps, that held me up by over an hour. Oh well, it was going to be a long day. I fiddled my way up to the A68 and stopped for lunch at the 68 Cafe, taking advantage of their over 60s offer - roast, pudding and coffee for a £10er... the roast beef was, I think, the sole of an old shoe and the Yorkshire pudding the inner liner! I would recommend bypassing the place and finding a nice country pub instead. I rang the purchaser, who wouldn't get home until nearly 19.00, oh joy, but he said his wife was home if I wanted to drop it off and get on my way and he would transfer the funds. Hallelujah! I trusted him, the X community is a small and close knit affair, besides which, I know where he lives.
Exhaust dropped off and local knowledge gained I set off to get onto my ride south, see route notes! What fantastic roads, especially the little lanes that join the villages, Doc would hate them, he would say they are crap roads, they're not, they are proper nadgery, tight, twisty, upsydownsy, technical roads with hidden hazards, fantastic views crossing magical streams and rivers on ancient, narrow bridges, oh man! I got to Bowes and realised I had done a Streetfighters shoot here years ago, a white bike from memory, a girl's bike that we got across the little walkway and into the interior of the castle. I didn't bother because I wanted to get on to the pub. Great, the road south from Bowes is private, yet it is on the road atlas.... the estate has put a locked barrier up necessitating another detour, along the A66 and then turn off for Kaber just after Stainmore summit (1700 feet) and follow the perfectly surfaced road to the end, around some 180 degree hairpins and dodging the grouse picking grit off the roadside and the sheep lying on the sundrenched surface. Turn left at the end and follow the sign to the Tan Hill Hill, crossing the border into the wilds of the North Yorkshire Moors.
The pub is an absolute icon and if you have never been, make it a pilgrimmage. The highest pub in the British Isles, also one of the most remote. You can camp here, or book a room and they have some top music on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, check for dates, but the likes of Blondie have played here... I mean top of their game bands, household names. A good selection of ales and great food. I regained my strength with a few pints of Three Swords and a plate of fish pie. Bloody marvellous. Then headed south for Thwaite and Keld, the hill road has been properly surfaced, smooth tarmac but with plenty of moorland subsidence undulations and bumps where people have grounded out, beware the hairpins over a brow and totally invisible until you are on the crest, the scars and scattered debris on the moorland tells of people who were less attentive, or too enthusiastic!
The road to Hawes takes you up and over the tops, I ended up on the Buttertubs Pass road, but I can't remember where now, Hawes is cobbled streets so be careful in the wet. The rollercoaster just went on and on and on... Saghem moor I remember at one point, down through to Ashton-u-Lyme and thence Stockport, which is where my notes stop because I know my way from there, down through Glossop, Chapel, Buxton, Harper Hill and over the top to Longnor, through the Manifold valley to Wetton Mill, Islam and home... or you can go like I did from Longnor stayed on the main road to Ipstones and Cheadle and home that way because it was getting late and the light was fading. 391 miles all told, it was simply fantastic. Some pictures, hopefully, if they will load.
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Absolutely gorgeous !!