Ridin’ For Harambe, Part 7

Shit is getting real now… Jim writes “This is about 18 years ago in a race outside of Show Low. Bike is a 380 KTM.”

Then he writes, “I have race pictures from back in the late 1960’s if you are at all interested.” HOW COULD WE NOT BE INTERESTED?

Seeing a picture like this makes me wish I’d been able to race MX as a kid instead of BMX.

Ridin’ For Harambe, Part 6

I dig the story behind this one even more than I dig the bike. Jesse writes, “This is on the day that I culminated my decision to ditch rural life and move 300 miles to Queens, NY on a bike built in the same year that I was.” Nothing against rural life — hi ho, it’s the life for me personally — but I’m a firm believer in taking decisive action and being the captain of your own ship.

And, as always, totes jealous of gear-driven cams…

Ridin’ For Harambe, Part 3

I suppose it was inevitable that somebody would let the Ducs out. You rich bastards. This one belongs to Tyler. He says, “Happened to find parking next to the only other Italian vehicle in my office lot this morning.” This looks like a GT1000 Sport Classic to me, although if I’m wrong I know somebody will have the right answer.

Ridin’ For Harambe, Part 1

I had so many #BikesOutForHarambe contributions that I’ve decided to give each one its one post. Feel free to comment about each bike as it appears.

One caveat: As regular readers here know, you’re allowed to be mean to me, and you’re encouraged to be mean to Bark, but please treat these riders with consideration and respect.

Anyway, here’s one from Robert: “My cherry 1982 CB900F, taken sometime in 1994 and at least 75 pounds ago.” Who wouldn’t be jealous of this warp-speed Eighties UJM?