09 November 2009
By CrudMop
In guest post
I am super excited to have our dear friend Novos scribing up a trip log of his recent excursion to Montana from California. I’m pretty sure his snarky wit will make anyone who reads it an immediate fan. Hopefully we can convince him to stick around and continue to share his views.
Stay tuned for his ride reports!
California, Novos
09 November 2009
By CrudMop
In 1968 HONDA CL350
The CL has now been fitted with a set of new, smaller 2 1/2 inch gauges. Each gauge face is lit by LED lights with 7 changeable colors, because nothing says tough cafe racer like something fancy. While they are currently resting in a diamond plate bracket, I think we’ll be swapping that out for something a little different. I’m still trying to zero in on what I want to do. For now though, I think it’s lookin’ pretty good.

New, Smaller Gauges

Gauges - Lit Up
cafe racer, honda CL350, project
08 November 2009
By CrudMop
In 1968 HONDA CL350

Today was one of those surprise fall days. The temperature creeped up to over 70 degrees, which for November in New York is unusually warm. This meant that there were a million bikes out today, myself included. On the way home, we stopped off at the harbor to watch the sun set.
CL350, Honda, new york
06 November 2009
By CrudMop
In General Junk
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05 November 2009
By CrudMop
In Wyoming
Playing along with the Fuzz-o-matic over at Fuzzygalore.com

C C C Cold morning on the Chief Joseph highway
After waking up in Cody, we headed up and over the Chief Joseph Highway on our way into the North Entrance of Yellowstone. A few bad slides had the Beartooth closed, so we chose a route that headed us up into Cooke City, MT. The Chief Joseph delivered us a road covered in snow and ice, low 20s temps, and an exciting and scary trip through the pass. *Crunch* *Pop* *Crackle* *sludge* were all we heard as we made our way over solid ice as the road snaked back and forth, up and down through the early morning shadows. Once on the other side, we stopped to heat our hands on our exhaust, wind down from the nervous excitement of the pass just finished, and to enjoy a brief glance at a beautiful morning sky.
Chief Joseph Highway, moto photo blog-o-rama, Speed Triple, Wyoming