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One year after I was born, my father bought a 1979 GS1000L brand new, from a local dealer in Seattle, WA. I put many miles on it from the back seat, riding all over with my dad, memories that I hope that I never lose. In 1997 I lost my father from alcoholism and my older brother swooped up the bike and took it to Oregon saying "I don't want you to kill yourself on it"
Six years later my dreams are possessed by my dads motorcycle, I needed to get a bike, any bike to fulfill my hunger for the open road. I started looking around the local shops for a good deal on a used bike, at this time my uncle got ahold of my brother and that night we drove to oregon, picked up the bike (which sat under a tarp under a tree for 6 years never even touched) and brought it home. The brakes are shot, the motor was seized, the pipes were full of water, the gas in the take cost 97 cents when it was purchased, needless to say, I was upset at the condition of the motorcycle, to me it was my fathers legacy and it should have been maintained.
Possessed I began to do my work, I pulled off the carbs (mistake for a novice like me) they had just been rebuilt and didn't have any gas in them yet when my dad died, I removed the spark plugs and poured Marvels Mystery Oil in the cylinders and let it sit for a couple of days. Later I removed the magneto? points cover and eased the crank around slowly working life back into the engine, I drained the gas and replaced the spark plugs, then bought a new battery and turned the key. I press the start button and after a few minutes it fired up. New tires, timing fresh oil, bearing lubes and elbow grease, this GS1000 is screaming down the road again making more memories, I hope I can pass it to my son and a old machine like this can mean half as much to him.
Six years later my dreams are possessed by my dads motorcycle, I needed to get a bike, any bike to fulfill my hunger for the open road. I started looking around the local shops for a good deal on a used bike, at this time my uncle got ahold of my brother and that night we drove to oregon, picked up the bike (which sat under a tarp under a tree for 6 years never even touched) and brought it home. The brakes are shot, the motor was seized, the pipes were full of water, the gas in the take cost 97 cents when it was purchased, needless to say, I was upset at the condition of the motorcycle, to me it was my fathers legacy and it should have been maintained.
Possessed I began to do my work, I pulled off the carbs (mistake for a novice like me) they had just been rebuilt and didn't have any gas in them yet when my dad died, I removed the spark plugs and poured Marvels Mystery Oil in the cylinders and let it sit for a couple of days. Later I removed the magneto? points cover and eased the crank around slowly working life back into the engine, I drained the gas and replaced the spark plugs, then bought a new battery and turned the key. I press the start button and after a few minutes it fired up. New tires, timing fresh oil, bearing lubes and elbow grease, this GS1000 is screaming down the road again making more memories, I hope I can pass it to my son and a old machine like this can mean half as much to him.
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