The Power Rangers
from left to right My nephew Mike, Me and my little brother John

My "Little Bike",'96 Honda CBR 600 F3, I still ride this bike to work daily and when ever, It survived jumping into a ditch with just some plastic damage, no I wasn't the pilot at the time. Great bike to start on when changing over to Sport Bikes...

Gone but not forgotten, My'93 Harley Davidson Fat Boy, Great bike but it was taking a beaten, traded it in on the new R1. But not before putting 34 something thousand on it. A trip to Canada, New York and just about every where else I went in the five years I kept it.

Another gone but not forgotten bike my '89 Harley Electra Glide Ultra Classic, This bike cost me allot of money in chrome and repairs. It died electrically, and was traded in on the Fat Boy... Flo and I traveled to Florida and New York on it and all over the state in the first month I had it. I had 38000 + miles on it when the electrical system went south or I would still be riding it.

Flo and I some time back, Flo's on her '92 1200 Harley Sportster

My old '70 BMW 65/5, still have it, got it at a good price. It runs flawlessly.... Still have it for those special days... Maybe some day I will get the urge to restore it.

My old 650 Night Hawk, I had to buy this bike after looking at it for hours when my 550 was in the shop for inspection. It was raining and I spent too much time looking at the bikes on the floor. Besides I got tired of riding and wrenching on the 550 on a daily basis. This was a great bike, fast, handled well and was perfect for city commuting. It was also a short lived machine, Honda soon stop making it. It was far more sophisticated than the current 750 with adjustable suspension aka sportbikes, and a fully electronic dash complete with gear indicator and fuel gauge. The front forks were air adjustable, and incorporated a track system with a fork brace. Hard use of the front dual disk brakes, automatically reduced oil flow in the front shocks reducing front end dive.

My 80 something Honda CB550, built from two, every time I would take it out it broke. When I first saw it parked behind a horse barn with weeds growing up thought the frame I was a bit worried about it ever seeing the road again. We had to pull it free from the weeds, tires flat battery long dead. We added fresh fuel and jumped it from a truck; it started up and ran after sitting for years. I worked on this bike for about six months before it ever saw the street. I had no garage or barn at the time, all of my work was done on a plastic tarp in the yard. I used the second one for parts and not all of them were interchangeable but it cleaned up and I rode it for a year or so. This motorcycle went on to a new owner after I traded it in on the 650 Night Hawk.

The top picture on the right, is my Dad, testing out my '70 Honda CL 350, this was my Mom and Dad's first out of state vacation, they decided to come down and meet their new daughter-in-law, and of course, I was at sea somewhere in the Med at the time.

Every one, at one time or another has owned a motorcycle, which for some strange reason becomes very special to them. With all of the motorcycles I have owned this one a lowly Honda CL 350 is one I wish I still had. No they weren't the fastest or the greatest of motorcycles. I was at the end of my first enlistment when I bought it new in 70. My plan at the time was to ride it to California, and go to college in the land of free love, remember this was the 70's. But I got sidetracked by a little long haired brunette. I spent all of my time traveling around Florida with her on the back. And as it turned out 32 years later we are still together. So this bike always reminds me of those days when all we ever thought about was where to go. Many of our trips across the state where done on the spur of the moment and without a lot of money in our pockets, gas was cheap and the bike's gas mileage was so good we could spend a day traveling from Jacksonville to Daytona and back for just a couple of bucks. Our favorite ride was down A1A which runs alongside the beaches all the way to Daytona and beyond. During the day we would ride until we were hot and just stop take a swim and get back on the bike. In '93 Flo and I took the time to ride our favorite road on a trip to Florida this time in much more comfort aboard our then new to us Harley Davidson Electra Glide.

This picture was taken at the Naval Hospital in Key west around 1969, Walt Hess and I (thats me standing) and his Honda something 250 or 305. We took turns buzzing around the island with it.

After folding up a perfectly good Honda CL 250 into the side of a new Toranado in 66, I was with out a bike and pretty much lucky to be alive. With some help I located an old 48 BSA Bantam. Not being very smart (there were only a handful of them in the US) and not realizing what it was worth I stripped it down and rode it off road. No, not a good off road machine, there is no hydraulic suspension, springs captured in the fork tubes and a plunger rear with very little travel. But it ran so sweetly and we did rehabilitate a very badly torn up right knee by riding this bike. This bike allowed me to recover from the accident well enough to race a Hodaka Ace 90, and pass my physical to get into the Navy.