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Actually, I've been on this site for over a year. I'm always checking in to see how everyone and their bikes are doing. So I'll officially introduce myself, my bike, and share a short ride report.
I'm from Central Texas. Del Rio, to be exact. I ride a 1983 KZ550 m-1. I found her in a back yard of a lawn mower shop covered in boxes and lawn mower parts. I have a picture of when I found it. I knew the guy who had painted and worked on it years before. It used to be a great running bike. I know the owner had taken the bike from here to New Mexico a few times without problems. The last owner was a pharmacist who quit riding it due to back problems. And I even looked around for him to try to buy it from him, with no luck. The funny thing is I used to own the same model bike, but a 1984 model, a few years back. I had to sell it due to financial reasons. I still keep in touch with the new owner, who brags about what a great running bike it is. It made me mad and jealous that I had to sell it. So when I saw this bike just being neglected, I asked the owner what the plans were for the bike. He said he was going to scrap and junk it because it didn't have a title. I kept to myself that I might know who owned it before and might have a title. I let the old WW2 Veteran know that I would be interested about a month or two down the line.
Well, about a month later, I went down to talk to the old man and make sure the bike was still there. He said he was ready to throw it away. I told him I was still interested. So I looked and looked and looked at it, trying to see what needed to be done to it. I asked the old man for a price. He said something like $400. I hit him with $100. He should've shot me dead with that insult. He did call bs on that price. So I went in and made up things that needed to be done. "There's no air box." "There's no air cleaner." "It needs new tires." "The speedometer is broken." "The brakes need to be rebuilt." On and on and on....
After haggling a bit, We settled on $175. I told him I would pick it up the next day. He said, "Be here at 6pm, or it's going to the junk yard," I made it just about the time he was leaving. He said he didn't think I would show up. I gave him his money. He wheeled out the freshly washed motorcycle. We signed a receipt. And the bike was mine.
The next day I was able to go through and actually see what needed to be done. Pretty much the standard things... oil and filter change, tires, carb cleaning, new brake pads and oil, de-rusting the tank. It was a slow process. Between money being tight, being a little busy, and helping a buddy with his motorcycle, I didn't get to play with her for a few months. I did have to go through the turn signal wiring. The PO did a poor job at adding turn signals. The wiring was bad. The signals were three different brands. I went ahead and took them off and cleaned up the wiring that was added. Everything else, electrical-wise, was ok. I de-rusted the tank using metal rescue. It worked amazingly. I bought a new petcock for the tank. I replaced the starter brushes. Cleaning the carbs (my first time) worked like a charm. New battery, new plugs, a new chance at life. When it was time to add gas and get the bike going, I was pretty confident that it would work out. I was ready to own a running bike again. It took a few days to get it going. She would fire up and run. But it was a little rough. It was my first time working on a bike on my own. My dad, who I look up to, helped here and there. As did my buddy, who I helped with his bike. I narrowed down the problem to the choke on the carbs. Once everything was adjusted.... BAM! I now owned a good running bike again. Now it was time to actually get a title for it. I went to the county tax office to see if they'd tell me who owned the bike last, which they couldn't do. The lady said I could guess who owned it, and if I was right, she'd tell me so. Two guesses later, I knew who owned it. So I called him, told him my situation, and he said he'd sign the form to get a new title and sign it over to me. Two weeks later, and $2.50 poorer, I legally owned my Pearl. That's her name. After new tires and replacing what needed fixing, I owned a street legal, and 30 year old bike. I was one happy dude. Probably the coolest part was hearing how proud my dad was of me for getting it running and ready pretty much on my own.
Now, my actual Ride Report...
Last August, my favorite Spanish rock band was coming to Texas as part of their USA tour. I had seen them many times before, and even know of them personally. After being invited to their show in Houston (a 6.5 hour drive), I decided I would just get in the car and go. As the day of the concert came closer and closer, I started thinking about riding the Pearl out there. But anyone from Texas will tell you that Texas summers are very hot. I really didn't know if she'd be up for that ride. Then the day of the concert came. I got up that morning. Thought things over and decided I was taking the bike. She had been running great lately. Of course any 30 year old bike will have it's issues. But at the time, she was fine. So I packed a small backpack with over night clothes. Gassed up. Checked my tire pressure and my oil level. And I was off. My plan was Del Rio to San Antonio. Take a small break. Then hit Houston by 8pm. I had the option to park my bike in SA and take my sister's truck if needed.
I left at 830am, after the traffic died down. When I got out of the city limits and on to the highway, I felt it. It! What is "it"? Well, if you ride a motorcycle, you know what "it" is. That calmness. The ZEN. You look down and see the gravel passing your feet just inches away at 70 miles per hour. You feel the wind hitting your cheeks. And no matter how loud your headphones are, you hear the motor just purring away. Now I doubt that I was actually doing 70 or 75 mph. When I would ride with my buddy on his Honda, him doing 30 mph was 35 or so on my bike. My speedo was a few miles off. I knew my actual mph was lower than what was shown. But I was ok with that. I was in no hurry to get off the bike. I passed through the tiny town 30 minutes out. When I arrived at the first actual town 70 miles out, I decided to refuel. I have no idea how big my tank is, or how far a full tank will get me. I figured if I just fill up when I can, I'll be ok.
As I was about to leave the station in Uvalde, I guy driving a rig for a shipping company pulled and asked where I'm going. I said, "From Del Rio to San Antonio... maybe Houston too." He smiled and said he wished he could do the same. He noticed my bike wasn't exactly new too. When I told him it was an 83, he said that was cool and wished me well. When I hit the starter, he just smiled. He didn't move until I left the station. I'm sure he felt the same way I do whenever I still see people riding like that.
The highway from Del Rio to Uvalde is pretty forgettable. Mainly single lane traffic. But from Uvalde on to San Antonio, it's double lanes at 75 mph. That's where I enjoyed my ride. I filled up again in Hondo, which is about 25 minutes past Uvalde. I figured that will get me to San Antonio. I made it there and took the exit to get to my sister's house annnnnddddd... stalled. Haha. I got to the stop light and didn't shift down to first. At least that's what I'm thinking. I hit the start button and got nothing. I didn't panic. Just hopped off the bike and pushed it into the gas station. Sat under a tree and collected my thoughts. I got up and push-started my bike. A man came over and asked if I needed help. I told him, just trying to get this 30 year old bike home down the street. He said it was cool just to see someone willing to ride an older bike that far. I made it to my sister's house and parked the bike in the garage. When I left Del Rio, the temperature was about 80. When I made it to San Antonio, it was right around 100. By 430, temps hit 108. I traded the ride on the bike in terrible traffic in 108 degrees for an air conditioned drive instead. Plus it wouldn't be smart to ride back from Houston to SA at 1 am on the bike. So who cares about the truck ride. Concert was great. Enanitos Verdes is worth watching any chance you get. The guys in the band are cool dudes. Blah blah blah...
I left San Antonio early the next morning. The weather was beautiful. The ride was peaceful. I filled up in SA, then again in Hondo and Uvalde before getting back home in Del Rio. I spent $17 in gas for the bike trip. It still makes me laugh.
I know it's not much of a ride report. It was only 335 miles. But for a last minute ride, it was great. Very few problems that I couldn't handle. The ride itself was like church. Besides the music that I could barely hear in my helmet at highway speeds, that was my favorite ride to date. I haven't done it again yet. And actually, my bike has been down for a while now. There are things I do need to fix and repair and replace again. But once it's all done, I think I'll try to stretch her legs out a little more.
I included a few pictures of the trip (nothing special) and of the Pearl herself. Thanks for reading.
Luc
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