Part 6- Stupid Bike Thieves
I've never had a house with a garage so my bikes have always sat
outside, at the curb, or in the driveway when I had one, rain or shine. I got my
first bike in 1975 and never had a problem with anyone messing with my bikes,
until June 1990, the week I sold my SilverWing Interstate.
I really hated to part with that bike, but it was impractical to keep
it since I was heading overseas for another Foreign Service assignment in the
Philippines where only one duty-free imported vehicle was allowed. I had
purchased the '81 bike used in 1982 and rode it for a year before leaving on my
first assignment to Manila in the Fall of 1983.
Back in 1983 opted to store it in a rented shed in Hannover,
Pennsylvania near my in-law's place. I put the bike up on the center stand, then
blocked up the back wheel so it was off the ground, removed the spark plugs and
filled the cylinders with oil and reinserted them, then sprayed the metal parts
with silicone. I left it there for four years.
When I came back to the U.S. in 1987 I trailered it to the local Honda
dealer, explained how it had been stored, and asked them to service it. I think
it cost me about $100 plus the cost of a new battery to get it on the road again
after its four year hibernation. I commuted on it year-round for the next three
years.
As it turned out I ended up selling it to another Foreign Service
officer at USIA who was heading for Johannesburg. We agreed on a price and an
arrangement in which I could continue to ride it for two more weeks until the
day before I left for Manila. Of course a couple of days after I sold it I got
a flat front tire. Since the tire was pretty worn and would soon need
replacement I offered to pay for the installation if the new owner wanted to
buying a new tire. He did, so I rode on new rubber for the last couple of weeks.
It really improved the handling of the bike, which had slowly deteriorated with
the condition of the front tire.
A couple of days later I went out to get on the bike to go to work and
found that someone had taken a screwdriver to the ignition switch in an attempt
to steal the bike. That was a pretty stupid thing to do: 1) because you aren't
likely to defeat the lock with a screwdriver, and 2) because I had a cable lock
around the front fork and it wouldn't have gone anywhere anyway. All the would
be thief succeeded in doing was to make a gawd awful mess of the lock, filling
it with little chips of brass from the destroyed cover.
After a call to the Honda dealer revealed that a new lock would cost
over $70, I decided to try to fix the old one. After about an hour with various
picks and a fine tweezers I was finally able to insert the key and get it to
work, but there remained the problem of the destroyed cover. I pondered various
possibilities and finally hit on a perfect solution; I discovered that a plastic
35mm film can fit perfectly over the lock barrel. All I needed to do is cut a
slot for the key in the bottom.
The poor guy that bought the bike must have been wondering, "What
next?"
For the next week and a half I parked the bike on the side of the
house, covered, with a big sign on it which said, "Don't bother, the front wheel
is chained." Perhaps it was naive to assume the miscreant could read, but it
worked.
I always wondered what happened to that bike. A week or so ago I
received an e-mail from the guy who bought it. He's in Paris now, but told me he
had a great time on the bike and had ridden it all over South Africa with narry
a problem. When he left he took it to an open air market where a group from
Lumbambshi, Zaire bought it for $2,500; what I had paid for it in 1982. After
they sale was completed the guys were all smiles. They said they could resell it
in Lumbambashi for $10,000. The only problem was getting it there. Since there
are no roads, it got an airplane ride to its new home.
So next time you are in beautiful downtown Lumbambashi and happen to
see a burgundy 1981 Honda SilverWing Interstate cruise by, you'll know how it
got there.
- The End -
Comments?
The following two messages sent to me by Eirik
Skjeveland of Norway are a must read for any Silverwing
lover:
September 2001 There will new chapters to be added
to my Beemer Tales in the future, as I've recently purchased used, but like new,
K1200LT.
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