My Not-So-Wild-One Motorcycling History (Updated)

Update (4/15/22): It’s the end of an era. My most current and likely last ride, the Honda Goldwing I purchased new in 2001, is now tearing up the roads south of the border. Alfredo, I know you’ll love the bike and take good care of it.

I learned to ride in 1959 in Laramie, Wyoming, on Dad’s 1948 Harley Panhead. It was solid red (where it wasn’t covered with oil) and had a great long dual saddle, black leather saddlebags with studs and fringe, and a windshield. You worked the throttle with your right hand, the clutch with your left foot, the rear brake with your right foot, and the front brake and gear shift with your left hand. You had to be able to chew gum and walk at the same time to ride a motorcycle in those days! I looked for a photo of that bike for years; my sister Cece found a box of slides taken by my grandfather during a visit to Laramie, and here it is:

Laramie, 1959: Mom w/my sisters Mary & Cece on the Harley

You’d think a 14-year-old kid who’d been taught to ride a Harley would’ve had a fool for a father, but I was quite the straight arrow in those days and never did any joyriding. I only rode it with my Dad riding behind me. Dad taught Mom to ride it too. One day she dropped it in the driveway while Dad was at work. Mom, who weighed all of 98 pounds, picked it right up and put it back on the sidestand.

After I started college in Sacramento, California in late 1964, Dad got tired of paying for all the gas I was pouring into the family Ford and bought me a used Honda 50. Hondas were everywhere in those days, and you met the nicest people riding them. There were two models of the 50, and Cub and the Sport. I had a Sport, which was the cool one. It would have been cooler if it were red, but alas, mine was white. I was six foot four then, as I am now, and used to take Donna for rides on that tiny machine—we must have been a ludicrous sight.

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1964 Honda 50 Sport

Donna and I moved to Germany, got married, and had a child, and there were no motorcycles in our lives for a while. In 1967, back in California, we bought a new Honda CL90, mainly for me to ride to and from Sacramento State. I wanted a 160 twin but couldn’t afford it. Still, the Honda 90 was plenty powerful for our needs, and would get up to freeway speeds. Mine was blue. I rode it every day for two years, eventually putting a knobby on the back and using it as a trail bike.

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1967 Honda CL90

In 1969 I finally got my twin, a Honda CB350. Today a 350 cc machine would be considered tiny, and even then, when British twins ran 650 to 750 cc, the Hondas were quite small in comparison. But to me it was a big, powerful bike, and I always rode it with respect. All the Honda 350s were two-tone; mine was green & white, and after a while I repainted it solid green and bobbed the rear fender with a hacksaw (I shudder to think of that now) to make it look cooler. My first long motorcycle trip was on the CB350, riding with two buddies on bigger bikes: Sacramento to Napa, over to the Pacific Coast, up Highway 1 to Mendocino. I got the thing up to 100 coming down the hill into Vallejo and nearly crapped my pants when the forks started to wobble.

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1969 Honda CB350
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Mendocino ride, 1971

We sold the 350 in 1972 when we moved from California to Montana, and I didn’t have another motorcycle until 1974, when I bought an old BSA Lightning. It was, I think, a ’65 or ’66, and had been used hard. But God was it fast—both the BSA and Triumph 650 twins of those days were faster than Harleys, and the BSA in particular was considered a real hot rod.

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1965 BSA Lightning

The Beezer was my pilot training bike. I rode it during T-37 and T-38 training at Vance AFB in Oklahoma, then started having second thoughts about motorcycling. Donna and I had a young son, and shortly after finishing pilot training and starting my flying career, we decided to have a second child. Risking life and limb on motorcycles while simultaneously risking same in fast jets seemed a bit much, so, in 1975, I sold the BSA and quit riding.

I didn’t get my next motorcycle until 1986, once our son was grown and our daughter was a young teenager. I should have waited longer, but just couldn’t. I’d always wanted a Harley; by this time I was a major, working for US Special Operations Command in Tampa, Florida, and I thought if I can’t afford a Harley now when will I ever be able to? So I bought a new 1986 Super Glide. I loved that bike and wish I still had it today. This is the actual machine in front of our house in Tampa:

1986 Harley-Davidson FXR

I rode that bike all over Florida and loved every minute of it. Old softie that I’ve become, I wouldn’t last 25 miles in that low-slung saddle today. The USAF sent me to Okinawa to fly jets again in late 1988. Fellow officers who’d been there counseled me not to take the bike because the salt air would rust it away, so I sold my beloved scoot and shipped out for Japan, where of course there turned out to be a big Harley scene, both American and Japanese, and I kicked myself the whole time I was there.

I wanted to buy another motorcycle in Honolulu, Hawaii, our next duty station, but there weren’t many places to ride and I couldn’t justify the expense. So I waited until 1995, when we got to Nellis AFB in Las Vegas, Nevada, where I picked up a secondhand Honda Goldwing. This was a 1988 GL1500, the first year of the six-cylinder engine. Compared to the Super Glide it was incredibly sophisticated, but unlike the Harley, it didn’t sing to me. The handling was stodgy, it didn’t swoop into curves, it was top heavy. It also had some irritating features, like a cruise control that wouldn’t engage above 75 mph.

1988 Honda GL1500 Goldwing

Since I never cottoned up to the Goldwing, I decided to replace it with another Harley, and in 1999, now out of the USAF and living in Tucson, I bought a new Electra Glide, the touring model. It was a great choice, and if it had been more reliable I’d have it still. But 1999 was the first year of a new engine design, and mine crapped out with just 13,000 miles on the clock. Harley paid to rebuild the engine but I could never trust it after that. Here I was with a long-distance tourer I was afraid to ride more than 50 miles from the nearest dealership lest it leave me in the lurch again, standing on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. Very disappointing, and I’ve never quite forgiven Harley for it. Still, those first 13,000 miles were a blast.

1999 Harley-Davidson FLHT

After that experience, I decided bulletproof and perhaps a little less fun to ride wasn’t a bad way to go, and started thinking about Goldwings again. Then, in 2001, Honda came out with a totally new Wing, and everyone said the new model handled like a race bike. I test rode one, fell in love, and wound up buying it the same day. Fun to ride, powerful, comfortable—you talk about swoopy—and you can set the damned cruise control at 110 if you want to (not that I would ever do such a thing, Donna). Bulletproof and fun!

2001 Honda GL1800A Goldwing

I expect I’m back with Hondas for good now, though I occasionally lust after BMWs, Moto Guzzis, and—oddly—Urals. But Donna has been far more patient with me than I have any right to expect, so I think I’ll be keeping my current ride for many years to come.

The kids and their rides:

A few years ago I inherited a project bike from a friend, a Ducati Monster. It was partially disassembled when I got it, though not by any means a basket case; I put it back together (adding new tires, battery, and brakes) and gave it to my daughter Polly. She rode it for a couple of years, not always safely, and to my great relief finally sold it.

Polly on her 2000 Ducati 750 Monster

For the past few years my son has been renting motorcycles and going on trips with me. We’ve been to Colorado, Utah, California, me on my Goldwing, Greg on Harleys, Indians, and lately BMWs, which he’s come to love. In May he found a slightly used, pristine BMW K1600GT, and I went with him to San Luis Obispo to trailer it home to Las Vegas. The very next day we took it for a spin to Zion National Park and the mountains of southwestern Utah.

Greg with his 2014 BMW K1600GT

4 thoughts on “My Not-So-Wild-One Motorcycling History (Updated)

  • I just happen-stance on your website while looking up my pictures on old Honda 1967 Cl90 and bam..I had cl90 when I was 14 year old. I had put on knobby tires and called it a dirt bike. Ironically my buddy had the cb350. Since then i’ve owned 1982 Haley Davidson sportster 1000cc. I now drive a fully restored (my labor of love) a 1974 Moto Guzzi Eldorado. It’s been fun looking at your pics and stories.
    Thank you for allowing me to reminisce.

  • Hey I’m 66 yrs old and in 1964 in small town in Arkansas caraway to be exact the Honda fever hit and every kid had one. Mine was a 50 sport color red. We didn’t even need drivers license back then. We had a club and would make short road trips with one of our moms as escorts. Thanks for memories.

  • Paul, I have a fond memory of sitting on that pan-head in front of your house in Laramie. I had dreams of riding a motorcycle in those days, but didn’t do it for another year or two. It was just like the dream I had, when I finally rode one. My first vehicle was a Sears moped, Puch motor with 2.1 horsepower, top speed of 31 mph. My first motorcycle was a Honda cb77, 305 cc Super Hawk, which scared the crap out of me. Later I had a CA77 305, single carb, leading link front suspension, “Dream” model. I had it painted UW brown, with a white topped seat, gold sided, in metaflake. I rode it Laramie to Lamar MO, when I went to built a house for my parent’s retirement. Next came a 68 CL450 in candy red, the first of the five speed 450’s. I was working for Gene Smith, who owned Honda of Laramie bike shop, and I had the first CL450 in the Rocky Mountain area. 0-30 in .91 second, 0-60 in 4.3 sec, and I never found another 450 that could beat it. The biggest Honda until the first 750, four cylinder came out. I finished my owning days with a CX-500, lateral mounted, water cooled, V-twin, shaft drive.

    I did some dirt bike riding on borrowed 500 thumpers around Cody, and still ride occasionally on a couple of different HOGs my brother-in-law owns in Powell.

    Where were you stationed in Montana? I was born in Great Falls and lived in Ulm until I was four, then Portland until 10, then Laramie until 2007.

  • David, what I wouldn’t give for Dad’s ’48 today, even if I never rode it! It was just 10-12 years old when he bought it. Wonder if it’s still around.

    Always loved those Honda 450s. My son’s first motorcycle was a Honda CX500, which I test rode for him before he plunked down money for it. Good bike.

    I worked for a year at Glasgow AFB, ’72-’73. The base was in caretaker status and a federal education program had taken over some of the facilities … that’s who I worked for. I didn’t see much future for me in education, and when a USAF recruiter visited Glasgow I signed up. I have a sister who lives in the area today, on a ranch up by Opheim.

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