THE NEXT GENERATION
If dad doesn’t take the Honda to work, I like to ride it around the city, and I used it for my daily commute to my summer job at a local school. The IT guy I worked for came out every lunchtime to ogle it. When I went to the skidpan training, which is compulsory here in Luxembourg, the instructor there loved it too. ‘42 years old! My!’
The clutch was fixed before I even got my hands on it, and since then the only trouble we’ve had was that the perfect paint job on the tank didn’t prepare us for the inside. That hadn’t been rust-cleaned; it just had two extra filters in the fuel lines which you can see in the photos. This led to the bike packing up a couple of times till dad sourced a NOS fuel tap with filters both inside the tank and inside the tap body, and me blowing out the filters with compressed air. Oh, and cleaning out the carbs. The tank’s been removed and given the shaky-shaky treatment, but dad’s talking about sealing it with some magic epoxy.
I’d take the 360 back to university in Groningen, but I’m sure it’d disappear quickly and permanently. Anyway, it’s too nice to suffer a Dutch seaside winter…