I love my two Honda CB160s. One of the finest motorcycles Honda ever made, IMO. Never owned a Triumph 500 I didn't like, either. I even rode the Jack Pine Enduro twice on 500 Triumphs, finished once. I have a 650 Bonneville now, but I might search out a Tiger, Trophy, or T5 one of these days.
Looks like the one my division officer had. We were having a division party over on the otherside of Honolulu Airport. My buddy had my car to pickup some girls we met in Wakiki. He was supposed to come back to Pearl to pick me up, but never did.
My division officer came out and after telling him what happened, he loaned me his Honda CB160, Getting his helmet and keys, I decided to take the back Rd out that runs along the channel, than onto Hickam AFB. I didn't have a problen til I began to slow at the back gate and the guard seeing the Gold officers sticker on the front fender threw me a salute. I waved back and getting closer to him, I got on the throttle.
Only than did he see I was wearing enlistedman's clothes and started yelling for me to halt, I was outside the gate and looking back he was jumping up and down. I had another 1/2 mile to go and got to the party.
I get to the party and got on the guy that had my car. He said you got Mr K's bike. I told him he loaned it to me to get here. He said let me take it I need to go back to Pearl. I told him I couldn't he loaned it to me and after 5 to 10 minutes of hearing his whinning and beggin, I tossed him the keys. Go get out of here, get away from me.
I watched him start it and take off and than remembered that I blew through the back gate at Hickam. I tried to get his attention but I never did and wondered if he would get through the main gate at Pearl Harbor.
Mr K saw his Honda at the main gate and going into the gatehouse, the Marines had my friend in shackles, handcuffs with a chain attached. He bailed out my friend and thats all I heard about for about a week, that he was minutes away from spending time in the brig.
I heard later from Mr. K that they nailed him at the main gate. Mr K, laughed saying here's another one, I got to make a note of in my log of the funniest stories, from 1st division.
My first bike I found in a barn in Canton CT. The farmer said, he got it from a friend to give to his son. He said it was a 1948 BSA. His son rode it til he went in the service in 1957 and it had been sitting where he left it ever since. I asked how much? He said $50 bucks. I told him I only had $35. and said sold. I was 15 at the time and couldn't take it home knowing I'd get murdered, so took it to my buddy's house. His dad was my metal shop teacher and when he saw it, his eyes popped out.
By the time I got my license in 1966 a year and a half later, we had restored it. I rode it for couple of years, than a motorcycle shop wanted it to make a drag bike out of it. After some wheeling and dealing, I traded even for a 65 BSA Lightening Rocket.
My buddy found a 1946 Indian, that had been chopped but, the owner had kept all the original parts. He restored it back to what it looked like new and later sold it, for more than he payed for it.