It looks in pretty well cared for, other than the sitting in the snow in -30° winter.
My first urge is to leave a note on the door asking if they'd be interested in selling it.
While my Ninja is getting cleaned with a toothbrush, this old classic sits in the snow, it makes me sad. I've been looking for a project bike. This might be a bit more project that I was first thinking, but there it is.
I've been reading a lot of bike history. The big Hondas were one of the first super bikes. There was a time when someone brought this home and it was the bleeding edge of motorcycle engineering, it must have oozed cool.
Of course, these old Hondas make for fantastic cafe racer projects too...
Maybe one of these days I'll swing by and ask if they'd want to sell it. I'd wait for a day with clear roads, get it going and ride it the few kilometres down the river to my garage, where it would get stripped down next to the Ninja and prepped for spring.
Everyday I go by it reminds me of fantasy art pieces of skeletons lying forgotten. With the morning sun shining on it, I'd like to go with something other than the smartphone and take some serious photos of it - it strikes me as buried sculpture, a story slowly being forgotten, an opportunity being lost.
