My 1965 Honda Dream.

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When it comes to motorcycles I am a sucker. I will spend every last penny I have on them. Take for instance my 1965 Honda Dream. I was reading a motorcycle magazine one day and came across an ad. The ad described a 1965 Honda Dream motorcycle with 1,700 miles and said the bike was completely restored. The asking price for the bike was $1,900 so I immediately freaked out and scrounged up the money to get it. The only problem was that the bike was in Canton, Ohio and I was in Frederick, Md. To further complicate the matter, it was the dead of winter. Never the less, I conned my father into driving with me to get the bike. The ride there was not a pretty one. Snow and wind made for treacherous road conditions. Plus driving my fatherís land yacht, a Mercury Grand Marquis, is not an easy task when you have a U-haul hooked to the back. After almost loosing control of the car several times, I made it to Canton. After deciphering the horrible directions, the seller of the bike gave me; we finally made it to the house. Upon walking up the steps I was greeted by an older man who pointed me in the direction of a frayed blue tarp. After removing the tarp I was introduced to something that barely resembled a motorcycle. My father, ready to strangle me, looked at me and said that is not restored. After inspecting the rusted out gas tank and severely pitted chrome pieces, I was confused I told the man the ad said it was restored. The man looked at me as if I was crazy and said they must have misprinted the ad. Yeah right. Upon closer inspection of the bike, I also noticed that the odometer read 17,000 miles instead of 1,700. This must have been a misprint as well. I could tell my father was very unhappy at this point. I was pretty ticked off myself. I just drove all this way and for what? The bike was clearly on itís last leg and the price tag was starting to make sense. Being the optimistic person I am, I asked dad if it could be beaten back into something that resembled a motorcycle. After careful examination he thought it was possible. So to make a long story short I bought the bike. After about three months of intense sanding, cleaning, rewiring, chroming and good old knuckle-busting work, the bike was restored. I ride it everyday and love the looks I get when Iím on it. I get to showcase my hard work and let people look at an antique bike up close.
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