ClassicJapaneseMotorcycles.com

Oxford, Ohio, 1971


At home in the back yard
You have heard people say, if I knew I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself?

I say, if I would have known that I was going to live this long, I would have kept the Honda CL175K3 that is pictured above.  This was just the machine for cruising the campus of Miami University in Oxford, Ohio.  I have only seen one other like it since!  I bought and paid for it from a guy in Maine.  However he ran into some hard times and sold it before he shipped it to me!  He eventually paid me back, but I was really hoping  to get one back under my roof.

My name is David.  I grew up in the 60′s in an era where the curious phenomena of little Japanese motorcycles just started making the scene.  These cute little things were never be considered “real” motorcycles by most enthusiasts at the time.  However, for a kid, there was no better diversion that two wheels and some speed.  It was quite a revelation to find out that on a Honda Step Through 50, if  you pushed the gearshift back further in first gear, it was like having a clutch in neutral.  You then revved it up and lifted your foot it would pop a little short wheelie as it purred its way down the road.

These bikes were pristine little marvels; not like those big bulky Harleys that you could barely hold up, let alone ever think about being able to afford.  They had flawless paint and smooth lines.  The engines purred while idling but roared at red line.  They were also as dependable as the sun coming up.  Most importantly, you didn’t have to always tinker with them to get them running.

Did you ever notice that at the very top of most small bore vintage gas tanks have lots of little tiny scratches?   Ever wonder why?  Well, I am sure that my experience riding my friend Jimmy Brandt’s Honda Super 90 may tell the story.  At the time, nothing was more important  than trying for the land speed record watching the speedometer creep up: 59, 60, 61,maybe even 62 if there was a tail wind that day.  All those tanks were scratched from buttons, zippers and crosses because their riders were lying prostrate  on the tank trying for just a couple of more MPH.  Ah yes, those were certainly the days and I love to share the memories with you.

Today, I live in the Columbus, Ohio area.  I spend most of my free time tinkering around with old Japanese motorcycles.  I have owned over 200 of them,  most of which I bought simply because I couldn’t afford them when I was younger.  I often rescue them from dark, dank garages in desperate locations.  I must get some sort of perverse satisfaction out of busting my knuckles cleaning impossibly blocked pilot jet passages on Keihin or Mikuni carburetors.

I learned some time ago, that you can only collect so many, and then they get neglected and never ridden.  Now it is my passion to re-unite people with the motorcycles they owned in the past.  It is a great feeling to connect someone with something they had as a younger person, but never thought they could find one again.  Only YOU can imagine how excited my customers are when  they are able to ride the bikes of their youth.

I have put together what I hope is a good mix of motorcycle memories, motorcycles for sale, and nostalgia pictures and information.  I hope you enjoy my website.

Please feel free to email me if you are looking for a particular bike or have questions.