The sheen of Magnus Walker’s Porsche has worn off once I realized what he’s been doing and been doing well. I still respect his work ethic and his sense of style to his work. But what and where draws the line and I draw the line is the Singer 911. The ridiculously over engineered and completely badass 964s they build.
If you look real closely in the back of this picture of the Singer Vehicle Design booth. You can see Magnus Walker and, the man behind Singer Vehicle Design himself, Rob Dickinson BSing about who knows what. But it’s real interesting to see two opposite ends of the same spectrum chatting it up.
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.