Me on my wee Honda Lead 80 scooter, Winter, 1986 or ’87. Proper raglan sleeves and 2-tone shoes. Paisley scarf too, if you could see it. Sharp Mod gear, even if I say so myself : )
I loved that wee Honda. Whizzing along a deserted road on a moonlight Summer night was, to my mind, better than the disco I had just been to. The little rorty 2 stroke was one of the best scooter engines ever made – a self-mixing, 5 port engine that walked all over the equivalent 125cc Vespa for torque:
Of course, I hadn’t realised that bodywork is there for a reason. Once the bodywork is removed, you don’t have a hey presto transformation into an elegant cut-down. You just have a right mare’s nest of wires and cables. Depressingly, it didn’t look like a minimalist unfaired machine; it just looked like a dog’s dinner with bits missing.
It was beyond my limited abilities, limited tools, zero know-how and lack of patience. The remains of FIL 176 sat undisturbed in various attics and barns for over 3 decades.
Here is the resurrection – doesn’t she look sad (the ghosts in the background are some folks I’ve blurred out, for privacy reasons):
Anyway, there’s a bloke in Lurgan looking at her. He loves godawful tasks like this. (His most recent shed-task was reviving an elderly C90 Cub.) Unbelievably, he even professes to be impressed with the above relic. “She’s in good condition!“, he exclaimed. (I suppose it depends on how you look at it lol.) Immediately, I was reassured, for I knew I was speaking to someone as un-economic as myself. Although it was a golden era Honda engine, of course. Engines never came any better. Of course the engine started. Happy days …