Some of the best advice of your lifetime can be lost by a quick tongue or a set mind. It tends to be subtle, so you need to have your eyes and ears open along with your tongue tied back. What does this have to do with a motorcycle? More than you would think, as simple principles in life can go a long way to reaching your car collecting goals.
A few weeks back I wrote an anecdote on a purchase of an ’83 Yamaha SR 250. It was a simple bike purchased simply because of a missed opportunity on the one that got away. A knee jerk reaction to this lost deal that was all but sewn up. What transpired was a cosmetic restoration with a fresh take on a now classic.
Shortly after Part 1 the bike was ‘finished’ in the sense that it was safe to ride, mechanically sound and had a much more streamlined look considering the shape it was in when we bought it. Taylor Wrighton and myself had a few classic California Sunday sundown rides along the Central Coastline before we started discussing the future of the bike. At this point we were 50/50 partners in cost; parts and labor. Both of us enjoyed the bike and wanted to keep it in our fleet, but wouldn’t be crushed if it went to a new home and freed up cash for the next build. This is where that simple advise comes into play.
Although I was torn and seriously considered buying Taylor out of the bike and taking it back to my garage, I remembered a conversation I had with an ex-coworker and dear friend. He said, in order to get to what you really want in this industry, business and in some cases life, you cannot get attached. Buy it, fix it, sell it- then do it twice. That’s how you end up with your dream car or close to it.
It was then we both decided it was time to list it and move on to an even bigger project. But not before it got its close up and beauty shots on a crisp winter day in Monterey. We found some sites organically one afternoon on our way to Tioga Road in Sand City in the waning hours of daylight.
The bike went to a new home this week, and we couldn’t be happier for our little victory. The new owner couldn’t be happier with the final product, and he was like minded enough to understand our vision. It was s successful puzzle piece in the big picture after countless conversations, late nights and bloodied knuckles. We did what we had set out to do and etched the first notch on our belts, setting the stage for much bigger things to come.
That same friend with the timely advice emailed me not a day after his words helped shape my decision. It was a quote from Henry David Thoreau- “Do what you love. Know your own bone; gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.” These words still hold weight today, with me especially.