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My first transportation as soon as I had gotten my license in 1964. It had a white Naugahyde banana seat, chrome front fender, chrome hex bars making it rigid, the ugly fully enclosed chain guard removed, and of course straight pipes. The electric system would overheat about every 30 minutes and the light would go off. More than once, I used a lead car for light coming home.
I used it for two years but never licensed it. I lane-shared a few cars when the rear manual drum brake rod vibrated loose (the front drum was useless from leaking grease from the wheel bearings). Managed to slow down and pull over. By chance, the city police was behind me and stopped. Still remember him telling me there were speed limits for those too. I pointed to the loose brake rod. He found me a wire to temporarily fix it. Small town and everyone knew my dad from church.
Interestingly enough, I sold it without a title or anything for $200 in 1966 and used it to grubstake a train ticket from Southern WV all the way to Newport News VA to go thru the Shipyard ApprenticeShip and put myself thru college.
No wonder my sons always wondered why I never supported them with motorcycles during high school.
Last edited by Jackie Paper; Mar 7, 2023 at 10:58 AM.
My first transportation as soon as I had gotten my license in 1964. It had a white Naugahyde banana seat, chrome front fender, chrome hex bars making it rigid, the ugly fully enclosed chain guard removed, and of course straight pipes. The electric system would overheat about every 30 minutes and the light would go off. More than once, I used a lead car for light coming home.
I used it for two years but never licensed it. I lane-shared a few cars when the rear manual drum brake rod vibrated loose (the front drum was useless from leaking grease from the wheel bearings). Managed to slow down and pull over. By chance, the city police was behind me and stopped. Still remember him telling me there were speed limits for those too. I pointed to the loose brake rod. He found me a wire to temporarily fix it. Small town and everyone knew my dad from church.
Interestingly enough, I sold it without a title or anything for $200 in 1966 and used it to grubstake a train ticket from Southern WV all the way to Newport News VA to go thru the Shipyard ApprenticeShip and put myself thru college.
No wonder my sons always wondered why I never supported them with motorcycles during high school.
Off topic, but what part of Southern WV you talking about? I'm a born and bred Mountaineer/Hillbilly too. I was raised in a holler called Bruno, in southern Logan county.
