FILE UNDER - STEPHEN KING . . . . "SOMETIMES THEY COME BACK"
Of course, if I'd had half a clue back then I would have persevered with the '69 T120 that I'd been struggling with for the previous six months to get running properly to no avail but I knew shit, to me, disc brake, 750 against 650 all added up to bigger is better back then . . . . I put $200 holding deposit on the thing and desperately tried to unload the 650, no success, two weeks later I get a courtesy call from BJ's saying they had some nice young teacher with the folding stuff burning a hole in his pocket and wanting the Bonnie, could I come up with the clams, no, would I mind . . . . well, sort of but what the fuck could I do . . . . teacher buys bike.
Six months later, talking to a really good mate of mine on the coast, he's a teacher, a surfer, used to ride a SR500 to Uni, one of the core crew. Johnny B says how he'd bought a used bike, a Triumph of all things, I say get outta here, I was looking to get rid of the '69 and get a '74 in Brisbane but some other guy got it when I couldn't jag the reddies, where did you get it I asked, he says a place called BJ's in Brisbane . . . . fuck off !! Johnny, you bought my bike, we kacked ourselves until he said he wanted to sell it, I nearly fell over, the next day I'd borrowed the Bugs Bunny and it was mine, like it was meant to be, Johnny had been the temporary custodian to stop it from slipping through the cracks once and for all . . . . oddly enough, I'd got rid of the T120 only a month before and had managed not to blow it all on band related activities.
The rest of the story doesn't really matter, I came close to death from ten years of total excess, left the band, quit 'the life' and got clean, didn't drink for eighteen months, spent all I had over the next two years on the Bonnie, ended up hanging with the older guys who were working on it, became part of the business and life was perfect. I'd wanted to bob it but it was so fucking complete I just did minor mods and brought it back to life . . . . motor rebuild with the 3134 cam to get back the grunt, +20 Hepolites, head job, valves, mushroom headed tappets, balanced and de-sludged crank, polished rods, Barnett clutch, high volume oil pump, and just top quality bearings, fasteners and gaskets . . . . it pulled like a fourteen year old schoolboy, never dropped oil and was totally reliable [mostly], local paint God, Rex Windsor, did the tank, I'd already changed the bars, the pipes, recovered the seat, added oil cooler and the big fuck off Wassell exhaust clamps, blah, blah, blah . . . . but left the frame etc in it's original time worn state . . . . I loved the thing with no reservation and to this day regret selling it so badly . . . . at least it was mine for eight years.
Great post Mr WLP !!
ReplyDeleteHappy to read the story of your Bonnie.
Thanks darlin, wish I still had it, or maybe just some more photos.
DeleteWhitey, brilliant tale of lost love, we have all done it for one reason or another, don't be too hard on yourself
ReplyDeletemate, sometimes you just have to let something's go to make room for something else 'ya dig? Lovely bike,
Can,t wait to get out on the dangerous bonnie once his else trickery gremlins have been outed by the sparky
majik, glad it's not just me who suffer's melon-head when having a photo taken in an open faced lid! '
yer ol muckster, lovey.
Yes Lovey, livin and learnin, no pain, no sane, funny thing was, apart from the usual Prince of Darkness issues with coils, rectifiers and a new stator, generally the electrickery was a non issue, the speedo drive on the other hand, eventually gave up on that caper, I knew how fast I was going, so did the plod . . . cheers Melonhead, appreciate it as always brother.
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