thenewwazoo
esculenta delicta
There is no God but the V4, and Soichiro is his prophet.
I have wanted a 400cc bike forever. I had wanted a V4 forever, too, and I want more V4s after I bought monkeyneck's VFR800. But as a young lad, when my head was full of dreams, I was crushed to discover that the apex of motorcycling, a 400cc V4, was never sold in the USA. So when...
^ that came up for sale, I nearly pooped. It was listed on Craigslist, but had made it to RSBFS, and I just about shit myself worrying that it would disappear if I didn't get to it before the hordes descended. Luckily, it was buried in the middle of a huge post, and I don't think anyone else in the world noticed it. The ad said it had been stored for a few years, but was complete, a legit title (!), and a current non-op (!!!).
I talked it over with my wife, fully intending to sell my ongoing Porsche project to fund it. We had the money, but if I had to choose, an RVFlette would win every. single. time. She asked me where the RVF fit on my list of bikes - higher than a cherry FZR400, which I'd been searching for years? Oh dear God yes. Her response? "If you can tell me it's The One, I'll give you a kiss and tell you good luck."
I love that woman.
So I got in touch with the owner who said he'd stored it inside... like so:
Hey, that's what you do with art when you aren't using it. Put that shit on display!
Turns out he's a long-time friend of a guy I race(d) sidecars with down in SoCal. A guy I trust, and who doesn't keep shitty friends. Things were looking up. He confirmed that the title was real, that all the numbers matched, and that the non-op was current. In fact, he sent me photos of the current documents, completely unedited, so I could validate everything myself. How rad is that shit? Then he offered to knock a grand off the price because the friend he had list it had put it up for too much.
You could have knocked me over with a feather after that conversation.
So, after making arrangements to take time off work, numist tagged along and drove with me to pick it up, ever my enabler of stupid ideas. We headed down to Santa Clarita, and hour and a half north of this guy's house, to pick it up. Did I mention that the PO is a good guy? Because goddamn.
Turns out, it was just as pretty in person as in photos...
Hand over a check, sign some documents, load her up, and...
I think we're being followed!
Next up, photos of the bike as she arrived. I promise, if you like NC35s, it's pure porn.
I have wanted a 400cc bike forever. I had wanted a V4 forever, too, and I want more V4s after I bought monkeyneck's VFR800. But as a young lad, when my head was full of dreams, I was crushed to discover that the apex of motorcycling, a 400cc V4, was never sold in the USA. So when...

^ that came up for sale, I nearly pooped. It was listed on Craigslist, but had made it to RSBFS, and I just about shit myself worrying that it would disappear if I didn't get to it before the hordes descended. Luckily, it was buried in the middle of a huge post, and I don't think anyone else in the world noticed it. The ad said it had been stored for a few years, but was complete, a legit title (!), and a current non-op (!!!).
I talked it over with my wife, fully intending to sell my ongoing Porsche project to fund it. We had the money, but if I had to choose, an RVFlette would win every. single. time. She asked me where the RVF fit on my list of bikes - higher than a cherry FZR400, which I'd been searching for years? Oh dear God yes. Her response? "If you can tell me it's The One, I'll give you a kiss and tell you good luck."
I love that woman.
So I got in touch with the owner who said he'd stored it inside... like so:

Hey, that's what you do with art when you aren't using it. Put that shit on display!
Turns out he's a long-time friend of a guy I race(d) sidecars with down in SoCal. A guy I trust, and who doesn't keep shitty friends. Things were looking up. He confirmed that the title was real, that all the numbers matched, and that the non-op was current. In fact, he sent me photos of the current documents, completely unedited, so I could validate everything myself. How rad is that shit? Then he offered to knock a grand off the price because the friend he had list it had put it up for too much.
You could have knocked me over with a feather after that conversation.
So, after making arrangements to take time off work, numist tagged along and drove with me to pick it up, ever my enabler of stupid ideas. We headed down to Santa Clarita, and hour and a half north of this guy's house, to pick it up. Did I mention that the PO is a good guy? Because goddamn.
Turns out, it was just as pretty in person as in photos...

Hand over a check, sign some documents, load her up, and...

I think we're being followed!

Next up, photos of the bike as she arrived. I promise, if you like NC35s, it's pure porn.
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