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MZ’s Moto Memories, Part 5

Posted by Mark Zweig | Sep 13, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 2 |

Harley-Davidson M-50S “Boy Racer”

Posted by Rob Brooks | May 27, 2020 | Legendary Bikes | 7 |

A Tale Of Two Wheels

Posted by Kevin Baxter | Jan 3, 2020 | Ride Life | 3 |

MZ’s Moto Memories, Part 5

by Mark Zweig | Sep 13, 2023 | Legendary Bikes, Ride Life | 2 |

When I was about 13, I bought myself a brand-new 1972 Jawa “Cross 90” (that’s what it said on its sidecover) from Don Heida at Heidacycle in Fenton, Missouri. It listed for $275, about the cheapest new 90 one could buy at that time, and I paid an extra $20 to get some new Nitto knobbies on it in place of the stock Czechoslovakian rubber that it came with. Total price was $295 out the door. I even still have the bill of sale for it in a box in my garage attic somewhere!

Harley-Davidson M-50S “Boy Racer”

by Rob Brooks | May 27, 2020 | Legendary Bikes | 7 |

It was the summer of 1970 and I was fourteen years old. 1969 was the year of Woodstock and the man on the moon. I was too young for a drivers license, too old for parental rule, and too cool for school. I didn’t have a real job, but I earned some money working a paper route. My whole (young) life I wanted a minibike. If you were rich, you could buy a new Honda Trail 70, or maybe a Rupp minibike. If we could scrounge up enough parts, maybe we could build a minibike, but home-built minibikes always broke down. Our best bet was to buy a small, used motorcycle. I found a 50cc Harley and I had $50 to buy it. My first Harley-Davidson and freedom at a bargain price. A new one was $225, and a Honda 70 was over $300.

A Tale Of Two Wheels

by Kevin Baxter | Jan 3, 2020 | Ride Life | 3 |

A new year and the second decade since the big Y2K scare is upon us. Twenty years later and the human race didn’t suffer from a global computer meltdown despite the chaos that ensued in the months leading up to December 31, 1999. It is also 20 years after the night that Prince sang about, reminding us a few years before just how big every party should be. This is the day after my birthday and my annual reflection on another fateful trip around the sun. As I have done in years past, I offer a writing as a muse to those who may have opportunity to entertain the reading of it.