Well, actually, of course not. But for us classic enthusiasts it certainly is. Our rocking or racing horses make us proud, happy or sometimes sad. But apart from the secret collection that someone cherishes and never talks about, they are also pleasant topics of conversation.
That talk often still falls under the pillarization that still exists within motorcycle circles. Harley riders basically only pay attention to their colleagues and do not greet other motorcyclists. BMW drivers salute BMW drivers and feel mild pity for the lost souls who don't drive BMWs. Honda riders find each other in breadth and share their belief that Honda has saved motorcycling. Kawa drivers are ADHD people on speed. Suzuki riders go for the ultimate price-quality ratio.
Riders of classic sporty Italians are still convinced that the handling and technology of their machines is the absolute highest achievable and that wiring is simply supposed to smoulder. British drivers are generally enthusiastic, but put things into perspective. “All parts falling off this bike are made from the finest quality of British best.” That was a good selling sticker, just like the “I rather eat a can of worms than ride a Japanese motorcycle”. That was a lot friendlier than the stickers with a hand grenade and the text “universal Japanese motorcycle repair tool”.
And until recently, enthusiasts of classic ex-Soviet motorcycles were only expected to mumble unintelligibly together, drooling slightly with their heads tilted on one shoulder, until the men in white coats picked them up again.
The rest are having fun in their own way
That doesn't sound like 'A brotherhood of outlaws' as lost romantics sometimes say. But working uncomplicatedly with old motorcycles RESTORATION: historical heritage is a pleasant activity. Alone or with like-minded people.
The last Moto Guzzi in a succession of 25+ years of Guzzi love and some suffering is a former ex Carabinirie V65. It has been stripped of its shell. Oh yes: The carabinieri is the shortened (and commonly used) name for “L'Arma dei Carabinieri”, an Italian military corps of the gendarmerie type with general police duties. The carabinieri also function as the Italian military police and are therefore comparable to the Dutch Royal Military Police. The engine was actually in good condition when purchased. The wiring was not completely original. But because the improvements were made at WB Motors in Borne, the result was better than ex works. Better, but still quite complicated for me. There were also about four loose power strips among the spaghetti. Blue lights? The siren? The transmitting & receiving equipment? Who knows.
The V65 received a headlight via Toon Beuzel and indicator lights via the Barneveld fair. Bol.com – I only buy digitally if I can't do anything else on a Sunday and can't find anything from its own ranks – supplied a pair of halogen spotlights with what turned out to be a well-balanced price-quality ratio: low & low. For those spotlights I decided to fall back on one of the few E-circuit diagrams that I understand: From the + to the switch to the relay for the excitation and the power supply. And then to mass. Or so. To complete the design, a floating fuse that had been lying around for some time was installed. Madame Electricienne Jinny should be my boyfriend. The fairing and original - apparently rare - exhaust mufflers found a new happy owner in exchange for what is so much more pleasant than a few euros: a bottle of whiskey. The new owner was classified as a new aspiring friend and was willing to reciprocate.
The additional lighting did not work. After disconnecting and reconnecting everything about four times, I decided to simply power the spotlights individually via a battery charger. The lights didn't work. I disassembled the not-so-distant radiators and saw: “Hello! No lights!” I fished two old, but suitable copies from the dented cardboard box 'lamps'. With the external power supply, the transplants gave a tragic, piss-yellow twilight. Once reinstalled in the system... Things didn't work again despite the encouragement from the universal meter.
Friend E came over. He rides the Moto Guzzi Falcone where the design flaw from the basic engine from 1917 has been engineered away in-house. Something that Guzzi had not been able to do until the end of Falcone production in the mid-70s. E is much guessier than I am in electrical matters. He looked at the matter and concluded: “He has to do it.”
After several actions the lights still did not work. We replaced the switch and eliminated the relay. Because relays are only for people without a sense of adventure. During all our 'brain steaming' another Guzzist arrived. Comrade J rode British twins for 50+ years until his knee got tired of kicking. He is now very satisfied with a neat V50 from the ever-growing Kiat Que collection that has been winding down for a number of years, but now really... Never mind.
J. went home to get another relay. Came back and did our much-repeated trick again professionally. “Click!”. The light stayed off. I decided to leave the matter alone. After all, the spotlights were only there to make the BMW GS1300 (from a base price of € 24.000) jealous.
With the fingernail of my index finger, I viciously tapped the high-beam switch again in farewell... They came on. Not that they would ever blind anyone. But they did it. That is the moment when you have to stop thinking and talking. Fuel up. Fuel hoses attached. Start and run. In for warmth and satisfaction from a bottle where the whiskey was almost the same color as the halogen light.
Would anyone know what was going on here? Please keep it quiet. We don't want to know. The lights work! All lamps work! And the horn! Moto Guzzi Rulezzz!
SHIT
Self Healing Italian Technlocy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That explains her.
Hello
But sometimes some help is needed!
Well. I also have a V65. That creates a bond. It's just a different brand. Honda. A Sabre. Where 65 stands for cubic inch, which means 1100cc. And two Triumphs from the rock-solid 90s. One has almost 2 tons on it and still drives excellently and looks great.
No finest British craftsmanship parts are missing. Boring, indeed.
And that Honda is also so solid. But it's nice if you're more of a driver than a tinkerer. So I don't need the services of Madame Electricienne, even though I live near Dordrecht.
But long live the old junk, because junk is fun! And gives beautiful stories.
But delicious pieces, Dolf!
Thanks. Then we'll both have fun. And you have excellent taste!
I wonder to what extent the switch shown is waterproof. . . ..
Details! But I had it lying nicely. And it has a light in it!
I drive old fart and Hallie...also old fart...and greet everyone.
New Hallie drivers, the free HOG members... often with cool new HD logos on their new jackets, don't greet them because they don't know that old Hallies are just Hallies too.
Oh well...live and let live
They have the financing, you have the fun
Rolf, what if you pour over whiskey and cigar after work?? Who knows, blessed!
And, I've been driving HD for years, and I greet everyone. Germans in particular often do not greet back, perhaps paying attention to the manner of greeting😉
p.s. I also drive Jap, and it looks like everything, except BMW, they feel superior
All that matters is that we have fun! And let the Gods fight it out among themselves
Dolf and electricity remain a nice combination 😉
Everything on the Guus duttet!
He's fantastic again Dolf, and the weather isn't great for a while, but I would have loved to help you in Dordt...
It's a bit of a hassle for you, but then you also have something...
The fact that I am not your Buuf is mainly due to the chronic lack of sufficiently deep water and bridges that are too low in your living environment, there is nothing you can do about that.
They do...not everything in life can be explained, enjoy the fact that they light up when switched on
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With a solid faith and a corky soul you stay afloat
That's what my grandmother always shouted, but in good Zeeland, a hat believes in a strong soul and then you lie
Respect for the Grandmas
After years of messing with my old BMW, I have decided that all crimp connectors are always suspect. Until I basically soldered every connector to the wire. Now everything usually works anyway. Because that is no fun, I have now sold the BMW.
Nothing is more boring than perfection!
I won't blame you for living in such a rude manner. Maybe in the next life we will be two Eskimos in canoes. Can we catch up and pet a seal?
Hahaha, come on, come in this direction...
We have coffee and other goodies, and warm beds…
Comter safe! There has now also been contact with Sven!
That's beautiful Dolf..
Very nice.
Guzzi switches are very accommodating in their judgment. After all, there are more choices than on or off. That black and white thinking is sooo 2023. Sometimes they just do it a (very small) bit. Then your lights sometimes work just a little bit. Or your front lamp does and your rear lamp doesn't. Or vice versa.
We understand each other and the Italo technology!
Measuring is knowing, with one of those yellow things from Action with a black and red plug you can go a long way...
That's balancing at the top of my abilities