After my father left auto body work in the mid-'70s he went into bike painting and frame/fork straightening for a big local bike salvage yard in Tampa owned by the PO of a Honda dealership I'd worked for. He did factory-style repaints, including making the CL360 "green weenies" into replica candy red so they'd sell better.
Nice! It was the flat lime green CL360s that sold slowly in the Tampa area, like this one. He probably painted close to 20 of them candy red, sold like the proverbial hotcakes thenWhat?
My twin 74s
Nice leathers.In the UK you got your Goldwing with a slice of Harrier on the side.
Very cool!'72 CL450K4 bought new in high school while working at one of 5 Honda shop jobs in Tampa during and after high school. I took the bike home in the crate with my father's pickup, put it together in his garage at home and was the first to fire it up. Saved the crate tag too.
Fair point - I could have gotten one scanned photo from '90 or '91 mixed in with the '81 pics since our CBXs aren't in that picture. I know all the other pics are correct as I sold the red CBX in '83 and the next time I was there it was on my '85 ZL900This has to be later than 1981, unless those Interceptors, Ninjas and GSXR's travelled back in time.
"Clothing by Honda" it says bottom right.Nice leathers.
And now that I think about it, one of those Suzukis is not what it seems... one of them is a 750 with 1100 sidecovers on it, I remember the guy saying it was easy to fool those who weren't familiar. Can't recall which one though, far too long ago.Looks like a Tracy fairing on that Suzuki. I had one of those on a VT500 Ascot I used to own.
And the guy at the far left next to the CBX is a guy I got to know while working at my last Honda shop, owned a Gold Wing in '75 and got me interested in Gold Wings resulting in me owning 2 of them over the following years. He was one of those guys who was fun to ride with but turned out to be a user, he knew little about bikes and once I had a GW and did something to it he wanted me to do it to his as well... for free, of course. Less than fond memory.Bike Week in Daytona 1981.