Second Hand CL350
I bought my first motorcycle from a friend who had torn it down to paint and had nice looking parts stowed in his dorm room. He recently told me that he had owned several more bikes after that, all CL350.
This became my daily commuter when I worked for the university and moved to an apartment across the river. I also put many miles on secondary roads finding small towns with occasional features like the waterfall in Attica.
Lafayette, Indiana 40.4263445, -86.8731447 40.2941305, -87.2534790
The break pedal ran under the frame and was easily bent in an off-road spill. I remember "exploding" my vice grip pliers when leaning on four-foot pipe to get more leverage. Craftsman tools were guaranteed for life. When challenged that I might have abused the tool, I protested that there was no use for vice grips that wasn't some kind of abuse. My broken pliers joined a dozen more similarly busted tools in the service desk's bottom drawer.
Wayne Downer, Vickie and John Bottoms.
My friends once dressed up my bike with training wheels. They did not immediately admit to the prank but had provided evidence with my own camera which was borrowed under some other pretense.
I learned later that it took some effort to offer up used training wheels as they would much rather sell new material at full price. When let in on the gag used wheels were found in inventory.
I saved the used wheels and later built them into a robot made with other spare parts found around the campus.
See Robot Platform
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A colleague writes, "Ward, I had a 1971 Honda 350 SL K1. Apparently so did John Wayne." post 