For a while now, I’ve been browsing CraigsList looking for old CB750s? Why? For the very reason above, except that particular bike is a CB550, not a 750. What I’ve wanted to for the longest time is to pick up a 750, pull everything off of it except for the motor, trans, and swing arm. From there on, I would fit modern suspension and brakes to it. After that the fun would begin. I’d start to hand form the fairings and gas tank myself. Using metal forming tools and brute strength to get that look of those mid to late 70s MotoGP machines that were ridden amongst the likes of Giacomo Agostini, Kenny Roberts, and Barry Sheene.
Now can I ride? No. Would I like to? Eventually at some point. But would I bask in the glory that I hand made just about every piece I felt I could on this bike? Yes, of course. I would treat it as a piece of art. I would relive the glory days of Kenny Roberts’ dirt track riding style on the circuits of his 1978, 1979, and 1980 seasons. Or Giacomo’s glory years of 1967 through 1972. Or even when playboys ruled the world in the mid 70s with Barry Sheene. All of those bikes from that era were magnificent. Sure today’s MotoGP rides are batshit crazy with technology and power. But with the 70s MotoGP machines you had carbs and testicles.