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Clubroom => Bike Talk => Topic started by: Tahitian_Red on September 03, 2013, 01:25:30 pm
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What time span encompasses your "Old Bike" desires?
For me it was basically from 1973 to 1983, until Firko's posts hooked me on those darn DT-1/RT-1 MX's. I do remember watching Bailey and the Honda boys in 1986, on ESPN and reading about how the Factories had to then sell near replicas of what they were racing, so the single year of 1986 peaks my interest, but that is it. I would rather ride a modern bike than build anything after 1983 and nothing before 1970 lights my fire.
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The 70's floats my boat and certain 60's and 80's bikes.....99% 70's though. I'm 54 years young so that maybe something to do with it....I also think the music in the 70's was the best as well....the coolest cars where the 50's and 60's...wings...big blocks....convertibles that you could party in. 8)
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70's
then 80's
then 90's
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Mid 70s through to current.....don't kid yourself as fun?lol as the older bikes are......they cannot do anything like what the new weaponery can do.:-)
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its the 70s for me, first bike I bought at Billy Bunters Bikes in Woombye, a 1976 K6 750/4, I was 15/ years old, saved all my money from selling bait and weekend paper runs and lawn-mowing jobs, I think it was $1400 bucks? cant quite remember.
cheers Worms
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60's :)
70's :D
80's ;D
riding them again now :) :D ;D 8)
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I started racing in 1969 and was pretty well washed up by 1975 so that pre 75 era is my original period of interest. However ever since seeing a neighbours BSA Golstar scrambler at Maroubra back in the early sixties, I've always had a love and respect for the big British stuff from the early to mid sixties era which I've expanded to include the late sixties pre 70 era which has become my main area of racing interest.
I like most vintage racing eras but have only a passing interest in post 1990 bikes......as good as modern bikes are, I'm only interested in them as a means of transport, a bit like my daily driver car.
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60s to PRE75 for me ;) Jimson
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I am sort of with Davey Crocket (The Alamo ?? no not that far ;)) and it seems the rest of us crocks in our mid fifties and sixties.... Top of the pops being from say 67 and the first half of the 70;s. Then the rest of the 70's with a smattering of the 60's and early 80's. Cheers Tim754
Was Crocket at the Alamo?? ::) Yep Died with Jim Bowie of the big knife fame . Shit I am answering my own ravings again. >:(
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Year Dot to early 2000's for me...... with a bit of a gap in the 1990's. :o
I did most of my racing in the late 70's and 80's in MX and enduros, didn't do much in the 90's, then had a bit of a go at rallyes in the late 90's/early 2000's.
But for mechanical interest, I like 1950's to 1970's the best. ;)
I still have trouble thinking of the '83 XL250 in my shed as 'vintage'. But that a whole other argument...... :P
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I think its the era when you were first HOOKED , for me around '75 , the rising sun of RM,s you could still see BSA and CCM.s on the line ... but 2 strokes were noisy , they smelled of Castrol R ( no fancy TTS ) , a cross up meant you were above novice ( no,no backflips ) and who hasn't been hit with a steel ring on the end of a bungy while jumping the start? instead of wasting time rebuilding the shim stack on your shock or training , you had another beer after the race. no hard pack tyre or sand tyre to confuse you after practice , just a K88 for everyone.then by 1990 I was limping and creaking, time to be serious about other less important Sh#t for the next 15 years.................
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1969 thru to 1981 ...... moderns just don't do it for me sorry.
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'70s... I lost interest when the first watercooled bikes arrived.
Love early Jap street 2 strokes.
Regards
David
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crap!,bikes are water cooled :o,when did that happen,as a kid i had an LP record with the saga of davy crocket on it 8),(davy davy crocket, King of the wild frontier),can still remember that part of the jingle, :P
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Not supprisingly im like Joan , 60s to 80s across all disaplines :) but the first LTR MX bikes really do it for me ;D
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The bug bit me in 1969 a old (new then ) mini bike powered by a Kerby lawnmower motor was my first ride (wobble ) then looking at the early Yamaha's . A mate ( gday Mark its all your fault ) who lived a Cpl of doors down the road got a step through and we rode around in old pilot helmets . years of doing up old trail bikes . so long story cut short its the Late 60's to about 77 - 78 to rock my boat . I like later bikes but Im stuck in the 68 to 78 time warp , deep purple, the who , iron butterfly , gold tops oops did I say that !!! Iain
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Started out in the early 70s and was awe-struck by the TM-RMS revolution and then the Elsinores of course. I could never understand guys riding old CZs and CCMs until I got into sidecars. A Wasp is basically a Rickman with a chair on it and if you look through all the extra pipework it's very cool and quite trick for it's time. The EMLs just take it that step further, going to torsion bars and linkage rear and sidecar swingarms to liquid cooled twins with 120HP.
Not super keen on moderns but the new outfits are outstandingly cool...check 'em out.
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I'm glad Tony T said he has 'peaks and troughs' in his interest over various eras - I thought I was the only one.
My interest in pre-65 is minimal.
My interest/enthusiasm builds across the years until it peaks around 1976, then declines again (although more than I have for pre-65).
From 1985ish, the enthusiasm builds to the big peak in the early-mid 1990s.
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For oldy Racing pre70, pre75, pre78 and pre85 maybe if the club progresses in that direction, reliable trail riding (now what they call Adventure riding??? been doin it for 20 years) modernish xr400,drz400 or wr450 a maybe.
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45 so many of you were racing before I was born. I like a few early 60s and pre 70 bikes. Love 73-77 the most. The GP rra 78-81,and a few linkage bikes. The 75-77 is my favorite, this was when I was going to the track with my soon to be wrestling coach neighbor and dad in the summer. Had a neighbor pick up an 80 IT 175, young dude, so I'm trying to help him get going. I want to keep this going and was surprised how much they like my Husqvarna and 80 Elsinore.
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I'm 46 so an eighties guy. I'm enthusiastic about all of them.
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Started out on a 77 XR75 then 80 CR80 followed by CR125RA. Then had a break (work, girlfriends, parties, cars) until a CR250RE came along. I'm 47 so alot of you guys had a bit of a jump on me. These days my interest spans from late 60's to my modern trail weapon Husaberg. I don't know why but as soon as I found VMX, I just had to have a 74 Elsinore. That is until I heard the bark of a BSA at full noise. Now my B50 is the favourite bike in my shed and the elsinore lives in WA. I was only 8 when the b50's were new! I have a B44 waiting to be re-assembled after a nut and bolt rebuild. I don't know how that ended up in the shed either. I was 3 when it was born. Then there's a 76 Elsinore, a pre78 Xl412 Honda , an Evo CR250RZ, 79 XR500 and a CR250RE waiting patiently for a restore. I din't do any riding through late '80's and 90's but I do admire that era.
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1970-1976 MX bikes are what gets my blood pumping.
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bit of a fan of late '60's to late '70's yams but in saying that i had great fun on the yz465g but interest goes back to when we had a guy working on the farm & had a 500 matchy--took me up the road age about 10 & let me steer it [that was it for me]--down hill from there haha. Me age 67 now, long sad story of blown up [over hotted] British road bikes turned into scramblers RE's Matchy Bsa [big bikes] before that was 125 banty, 125 barnett, 197 barnett [hit a ticket box at the racecourse [horse] & turned it 180, took the fergy to turn it back & cost me 20 pounds to fix it [ticket box that was] bike was poked. Had transfer ports cut completely open by memory just a big slot covered by the piston, plus full circle flywheels--went like hell at the time. Anyway, story telling again. Cheers.
ps, wasn't my fault i hit the ticket box!!, was racing a mate on his B31 on the tarseal narrow access road in the racecourse & was mossy where the trees over hung the road--not my fault i say. Like the time i was racing my mate on a metal road & my matchy RH footrest ripped a vanguard car open like a tin opener & knocked the rear wheel out of the slots [rode it home] was my mates fault for racing me ehh--stuffed his B33 though & cost us lots to fix the car [bloody sunday driver--'uh i'm one now'--bloody trail riders!!]
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Started with a JT1 60 Yamaha... We got it in about 1970-1-2-3 or there abouts, and still riding them now, bikes I mean so all years since 1970 I guess, but if I had to pick an era it would definetly Mid 80s Road and MX and now have a very keen interest in MX Sidecars thanks to mister EML introducing me to them about 5 years ago great fun...
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I started work for my uncle at his bike shop when I was around 14 or so (nearly 30 yrs ago)
& he specialized in early ducati`s ,, guzzi`s etc , but I remember this mz250 etz 70ish model ,,,& to this day have a soft spot for them,,, ;)
All late 70`s & early 80`s "PE" for me now......couple of early 90 mxers aswel ;D
Glen..
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bought a new 250 Bultaco frontera in 77' aged 17,rode dad funded jap trailies before that,first race in 78' on a mates MX400B.
contracted a strange disease in the early 80's and within a few years had over 30 spanish bikes in the shed,am almost cured still
have some montesas. now ride a jap/german/swedish mix (same as the mrs.) and am tolerant of all years /marques/eras/types/
capacities and like modern dirt bikes also,dislike politicions of all ages. have a soft spot for H model yams and TT500's-that soft spot
is in the groin area. cheers g.
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These days as long as I can get on it without standing on a milk crate it'll do! :o
cheers pancho.
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Iam 57 now, 60`s to 80`s, for me. often thought about buying a late model, but the excitement fades. I hate pulling halve the bike to bits just to change a plug. there is to much crap on model bikes for me. the old bikes are simple to work on.
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as a kid i had an LP record with the saga of davy crocket on it 8),(davy davy crocket, King of the wild frontier),can still remember that part of the jingle
we had that one as well (and the purple people eater)
but best of all was the Wayne and Shuster record "rinse the blood of my Toga" google it it comes up!
im an early 80's man....
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Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows,
So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Off through the woods he's a marchin' along
Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!
Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name
His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame
'cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!~
Headed back to war from the ol' home place
but Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!
Fought single-handed through the Injun War
till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
An' while he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
He give his word an' he give his hand
that his Injun friends could keep their land
An' the rest of his life he took the stand
that justice was due every redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!
Home fer the winter with his family
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!
But the ice went out an' the warm winds came
An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame
An' all of a sudden life got too tame
Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!
Off through the woods we're ridin' along
Makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
An' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean
Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream
An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!
Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall
In his heart he wanted to leave it all
An' lose himself in the forests tall
but he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!
Needin' his help they didn't vote blind
They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
Sent up to Nashville the best they could find
a fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!
The votes were counted an' he won hands down
So they sent him off to Washin'ton town
With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown
A livin' legend of growin' renown
Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!
He went off to Congress an' served a spell
Fixin' up the Govern'ments an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land
An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
His politickin' was their favorite brand
An' everyone wanted to shake his hand
Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!
He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell
of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
When he come home his politickin' done
The western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneer!
He heard of Houston an' Austin so
To the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe
An' they needed him at the Alamo
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
His land is biggest an' his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all meetin' the test
Followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
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classic 8)
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I owe my passion for this sport to my best mate and his father, as my father died when I was 5 years old, mum never re married.
In 1975 my adopted dad ( mates dad ) bought 2 Honda Mini Trails, Blue & Green tank models. Think one was registered.
My first ride I made a new entry to the neighbors yard via the pailing fence, Was hooked from that time forward. I remember another mate getting a new YZ80C in 1976 and watching him ride it the first day he got it. There was no way i was getting on that thing, It had " powerband", lol.
My first bike was a YZ80E followed by a YZ80G, then YZ125H then XR500RD. Went away from bikes from 1988 and re-ignighted the passion on a casual basis from 2000 to now.
My Favourite era's are Late 70's all 80's nothing from the 90's and like a bit of comfort of the modern stuff.
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fugg you firko,now i gotta go see if mum still has that album stashed somewhere, :P
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Born on a mountain top in Tennessee
Greenest state in the land of the free
Raised in the woods so he knew ev'ry tree
Kilt him a b'ar when he was only three
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
In eighteen thirteen the Creeks uprose
Addin' redskin arrows to the country's woes
Now, Injun fightin' is somethin' he knows,
So he shoulders his rifle an' off he goes
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Off through the woods he's a marchin' along
Makin' up yarns an' a singin' a song
Itchin' fer fightin' an' rightin' a wrong
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the buckskin buccaneer!
Andy Jackson is our gen'ral's name
His reg'lar soldiers we'll put to shame
Them redskin varmints us Volunteers'll tame
'cause we got the guns with the sure-fire aim
Davy, Davy Crockett, the champion of us all!~
Headed back to war from the ol' home place
but Red Stick was leadin' a merry chase
Fightin' an' burnin' at a devil's pace
South to the swamps on the Florida Trace
Davy, Davy Crockett, trackin' the redskins down!
Fought single-handed through the Injun War
till the Creeks was whipped an' peace was in store
An' while he was handlin' this risky chore
Made hisself a legend for evermore
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
He give his word an' he give his hand
that his Injun friends could keep their land
An' the rest of his life he took the stand
that justice was due every redskin band
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his promise dear!
Home fer the winter with his family
Happy as squirrels in the ol' gum tree
Bein' the father he wanted to be
Close to his boys as the pod an' the pea
Davy, Davy Crockett, holdin' his young'uns dear!
But the ice went out an' the warm winds came
An' the meltin' snow showed tracks of game
An' the flowers of Spring filled the woods with flame
An' all of a sudden life got too tame
Davy, Davy Crockett, headin' on West again!
Off through the woods we're ridin' along
Makin' up yarns an' singin' a song
He's ringy as a b'ar an' twict as strong
An' knows he's right 'cause he ain' often wrong
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
Lookin' fer a place where the air smells clean
Where the trees is tall an' the grass is green
Where the fish is fat in an untouched stream
An' the teemin' woods is a hunter's dream
Davy, Davy Crockett, lookin' fer Paradise!
Now he's lost his love an' his grief was gall
In his heart he wanted to leave it all
An' lose himself in the forests tall
but he answered instead his country's call
Davy, Davy Crockett, beginnin' his campaign!
Needin' his help they didn't vote blind
They put in Davy 'cause he was their kind
Sent up to Nashville the best they could find
a fightin' spirit an' a thinkin' mind
Davy, Davy Crockett, choice of the whole frontier!
The votes were counted an' he won hands down
So they sent him off to Washin'ton town
With his best dress suit still his buckskins brown
A livin' legend of growin' renown
Davy, Davy Crockett, the Canebrake Congressman!
He went off to Congress an' served a spell
Fixin' up the Govern'ments an' laws as well
Took over Washin'ton so we heered tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
Him an' his jokes travelled all through the land
An' his speeches made him friends to beat the band
His politickin' was their favorite brand
An' everyone wanted to shake his hand
Davy, Davy Crockett, helpin' his legend grow!
He knew when he spoke he sounded the knell
of his hopes for White House an' fame as well
But he spoke out strong so hist'ry books tell
An' patched up the crack in the Liberty Bell
Davy, Davy Crockett, seein' his duty clear!
When he come home his politickin' done
The western march had just begun
So he packed his gear an' his trusty gun
An' lit out grinnin' to follow the sun
Davy, Davy Crockett, leadin' the pioneer!
He heard of Houston an' Austin so
To the Texas plains he jest had to go
Where freedom was fightin' another foe
An' they needed him at the Alamo
Davy, Davy Crockett, the man who don't know fear!
His land is biggest an' his land is best
From grassy plains to the mountain crest
He's ahead of us all meetin' the test
Followin' his legend into the West
Davy, Davy Crockett, king of the wild frontier!
He's slowed down a bit since breaking his pelvis.
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Mark there was another version of that song it started with.
Born on a table top in Joes café
Dirtiest place in the USA
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That's all I can remember.
Zane