here"s my motorcycling story
about 2 1/2 years ago I was doing s routine tune up on my 98 jeep wrangler. i bought this jeep nearly 12 years ago, we've lived in 5 states together and i can"t see life without her. as i was taking the distributor cap off to put a new one on, the bolt sheared in the distributor housing, no efforts to remove the sheared bolt were succesful so i found myself with a new $189 dollar distributor for what should have been a routine 1/2 hour job. This led me to a descsion, I love tinkering with engines, but it was time to leave the daily driver repairs to a professional.
but then what to tinker on, the Dog? she"d tolerate it it, but it would disturb her naps.
not more than 2 weeks later a buddy was leaving town and needed to get rid of his bike and pick up some extra money, so for the some of $300 I becam the owner of an '84 honda V45 magna in almost running condition. the rub, I had never ridden a motorcycle before and really had no interest in them, but i got it running a little more reliably and took a MSF course.
That was it, as they say, it was over, i was hooked.
well, this bike has a hydraulic clutch and for the life of me i couldn"t get more than about 20 pulls out of it before i had to pull over and bleed the air out of it. winter came and other, more indoor projects took over, that december i worked the maintainence shut down at the plant. this is where the story starts to relate to the enfield by the way. We had purchased a new explosion proof shop vac, a really quality piece of equiptment. and me being the geek i am, decided to research the company that made it online. turns out the company is the old Nimbus bike company, they now make industrial shop vacs.
I am obsessed with British culture thanks to a combination of P.G. Wodehouse and Douglas Adams. This led me to wonder which English bike companies were still in bussiness. so the fateful google search was entered, being familar with firearms i clicked first on the Royal Enfield link, and was instantly taken by the G5. love at first sight, no, not strong enough, i fall in love at first sight at least 3 times a day, more during the summer when the skirts get short and necklines plunge.
a little research only furthered the obsession, here was a machine without a hydraulic clutch and four @#$$%ING carburators to tune and synch. and to me the best part seemed to be that they rattled themselves to pieces every now and then and you got to put the back together
it took a year and a half to secure financing and this march 10th i borrowed a pickup a nd drove the 210 miles to Ralston Wyoming to bring her home. The rest is history, in the making.
Sorry to be long winded, but you asked
Pauly