Times Have Changed
Technically they were identical, disc brakes at front, suspension, gear box.. No difference.
Motorcycles at the age of 18. The black market for 70cc and 90cc cylinders, carburettors and exhausts was huge. The average cop could not see the difference between a 49.9cc and a 70cc, because the 49.9cc could be equipped with the same carburettor as the 70cc engine. The difference was a moped was allowed to make 30 mph and motorbikes had no limits. Of course we mounted the (illegal) 70cc and rode on motorways at 60 and even 70 mph. When stopped by the police, they investigated our bikes and could not find any difference with a motorbike. Nowadays they have mobile roller banks to measure the speed and power, electronic laser guns for catching you speeding. The old days all this stuff was absent and the police was not childish, cause they knew what was going on and they silently admired it. The 'good old days' were indeed 'good gold days' for motorcycling in Europe, for self maintaining, for increasing power and laying a technical base for the rest of your biker career. Also in riding skills.

I got **** loads of videos of me riding waving at guys on a Breakout but none of them would wave back or say hi at stop lights
I never treat people like that when i am on my Breakout or my Panigale
I dont know why guys who bought their bikes on finance feel the need to treat people like us who bought bikes with cash like ****.I'm just saying these highly in debt guys that buy expensive bikes need to get off their high horse because when they try to upgrade their bike in 12 months time their high horse will not be worth as much as they thought and they will be deeper in debt and some day they will have to commit insurance frauds to get out of their debt.
In the good ol' days people use to give each other a wave

This is not meant at anyone who buy bikes on finance but a message to the faker posers stop acting like a douche.
Last edited by 2015 Harley Davidson Street Bob Guy; Nov 1, 2015 at 09:23 AM.
Also in that god-forsaken decade my stepdad was a long-haired dope-smoking abusive hippie and I hated his damn guts, and still do to this day. Haven't spoken to him in 24 years and yeah, I will dance on his grave if I get the chance.
I am the first Harley owning rider in our family and darn proud of it, regardless of what moronic stereotypes that the 'old timers' here have of us who can afford the great new HD bikes. Sure beats the chit out of the rides that I had in the 70s and 80s. But I do wish that I still had the GS750 that I had in the Marine Corps in 29 Palms.
Last edited by Nickatnyt; Nov 1, 2015 at 07:17 PM.
The Best of Harley-Davidson for Lifelong Riders
Technically they were identical, disc brakes at front, suspension, gear box.. No difference.
Motorcycles at the age of 18. The black market for 70cc and 90cc cylinders, carburettors and exhausts was huge. The average cop could not see the difference between a 49.9cc and a 70cc, because the 49.9cc could be equipped with the same carburettor as the 70cc engine. The difference was a moped was allowed to make 30 mph and motorbikes had no limits. Of course we mounted the (illegal) 70cc and rode on motorways at 60 and even 70 mph. When stopped by the police, they investigated our bikes and could not find any difference with a motorbike. Nowadays they have mobile roller banks to measure the speed and power, electronic laser guns for catching you speeding. The old days all this stuff was absent and the police was not childish, cause they knew what was going on and they silently admired it. The 'good old days' were indeed 'good gold days' for motorcycling in Europe, for self maintaining, for increasing power and laying a technical base for the rest of your biker career. Also in riding skills.
Last edited by Mountain Cruiser; Nov 2, 2015 at 08:01 PM.
I got caught doing 115 in a 35mph zone with a open beer bottle between my legs and a case in the back seat.
The stopping officer made me pour out the beer, put the case in his trunk, and told me to go home and park the car- and if he saw it gone the rest of the night he'd visit my parents and fill them in.
Then he tells me to come out to his place on Saturday and have a beer (my beer).
The same cop saw a friend of mine and I rolling down the railroad tracks sitting on a flatbed of a '38 GMC truck with the tires deflated and the idle set up so nobody was driving.
He drove along side of us and yelled to get off the damn tracks at the next intersection on his PA system.
We had a good laugh with a warning at the end- he said it was a first in his career seeing a truck roll by on the tracks with two kids sitting on a flatbed drinking beers with no one at the wheel!
Good times and would be a felony now.
Last edited by Sling Blade 14; Nov 2, 2015 at 07:53 PM.











