And now the first chapter in the ongoing story of my beloved RD350 Aircooled.
Bought when i was 19, we've had more adventures than i'll ever be able to remember but i'll tell some of the story here.
Buying it was the 1st adventure, I bunked on the train to Bolton with my mate Andy, we managed to get almost to the last stop before we got asked for tickets, so we said we'd just got on at the previous stop- ah, the good old days
The bike was owned by a guy in the RAF, as he was away his Dad did the deal- £250 and it was immaculate.
We set off and didn't get 10 miles before it holed a piston. Found out later his Dad was cleaning it and noticed a lose screw on the carb...
I stripped it at the roadside with the Yamaha toolkit that was under the seat and found a holed piston, caused by that screwed-in-tight mixture screw.
We pushed it to a nearby pub and went inside to ask if i could leave the bike round the back.
We were warmly greeted with 'Sorry we don't serve bikers'.
I explained my predecament and she relented so long as we hid our gear. 'Two pints of snakebite please' 'Sorry, we don't serve snakebite'.
We settled for two ciders and went to sit down, 'Sorry that area is for diners only' Oh fer f....s sake!
In all fairness she did let me leave the bike there and we hitched back home with one barrel tucked under me arm. I can't remember why i didn't ring and demand my money back, i think in those 10 miles i was already smitten with the thing. I felt sorry for the old boy too, he was just helping his son and made a genuine mistake.
Once i'd got the rebore and piston sorted, my dad gave me a lift back to the pub, i cobbled it together and rode it home.
I'd had it a couple of years and alreaad crashed twice when these pics were taken. I stripped it to replace the second knackered crank and while i was at it, have the frame powder coated.
The first crash on this one was caused by a frayed throttle cable stuck-wide-open. As i'm swiftly accelerating towards the impending corner, i panicked and grabbed a handful of front brake, locking the wheel. Lots of sliding and tumbling and pain later i was lying in the road listening to the damn thing screaming away so i had to crawl over and hit the kill switch.
No-one will believe you...