... Im 57 and my dad is 88 and he rode the spyder and I rode my zx14 yesterday on a 275 mile ride in the mountains here in sunny, burning Ca...
This was me on my first bike. It was a 1969 Kaw 90 Bushmaster :2thumbs:
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:agree:100%, Scotty. My dealer mentioned the same thing to me a while ago. He thought it was a sign that the Spyder is the "real deal" when experienced motorcycle riders have embraced it as so many of us have!I think it is a real testimony to the Spyder that so many of us here, who have ridden for so long, and have owned dozens of bikes (or still do), love the Spyder, and have taken so kindly to it. It is a real pat on the back that such experienced riders love it as much as the beginners or folks that are returning. Not many machines could stake their claim to such a wide audience.
-Scotty
:agree::spyder:I think it is a real testimony to the Spyder that so many of us here, who have ridden for so long, and have owned dozens of bikes (or still do), love the Spyder, and have taken so kindly to it. It is a real pat on the back that such experienced riders love it as much as the beginners or folks that are returning. Not many machines could stake their claim to such a wide audience.
-Scotty
Hey wtwing15,
please give us some info on the tail light/license plate set-up shown on your avatar picture - looks cool.
Started on a '48 Cushman Pacemaker I bought with a blown engine in 1955 for $15.00. Turned 67 the first of this month, havin' too much fun to stop. Be better if my wife was still here, hope to see her again soon.
I'm with you. The Spyder is number 23 in the garage. I still have the bike I raced when I was 18, a Honda CB92R, their first OTC race bike.Scotty's right - not sure I'll be ready to give up 2-wheelin' also for a while, though - still have 8 motorcycles in the garage now- sport tourers and sport bikes, but wouldn't want to give up Spyder ryding, either.
My folks stuck me between them on my uncle's Harley when I was about one. Took many rides that way but don't remember a thing. Ruined me for life, though.My love for cycles started when I was five - the "older" man down the road (he was 15) had an old Harley and hung out at our house because his family were vegetarians and had no t.v. so he ate at our house a lot and hung out; he'd put me up front and warned me to keep my bare toes out of the front wheel!