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4/30/01

It's 1:35am and Pinto is just getting himself woundup for the night.

He was up at the crack of 6pm, just in time to see the orange ball of burn drop into the rocky mountains. He rubbed his eyes, grabbed his leather and hit the street for a night of the goodies only youth, fearlessness and an angry hard on can deliver.

A Honda inline four with no shiny, no fringe, no neon and no warranty cools in the evening air. Down the highway to shred a bit of rush hour traffic followed by a mad romp through the city.

It's a different mindset to have a old bike that is all function and minimal aesthetics You don't need to worry if it's clean or dirty, whether or not you polished the chrome, if you're putting the 'proper' grade of gas in it and no worries at all about it getting stolen and ending up in a chop shop. No boring showoff sessions with the yuppies on their $20,000 status symbols. It doesn't require constant maintenance and inspection. Just ride it, that's all. Not to mention, if you leave it out in the rain..... free bike wash.

There is really something to be said about owning an older Japanese ratbike with no frills. It's all about riding. You don't need to worry about every waggy sidewalk commando wanting to blab on endlessly about how great the damn thing looks either.

That's Pinto's take on things. Not that he wouldn't take a brand slappin new sport machine if a good deal came his way, but it's almost too much hassle to pamper one of those. Besides, a Honda inline four is still one of the best motors available, even if it is in an old bike.

On this particular night he had just returned from a rather successful date that ended in the alley behind the cafe. The night was still young tho, more girls to find, more beer to drink, more roads to burn. Any hope of sleep before sunrise is for the weak bastards with day jobs.

There are a million and one yaps out there that like to blab about how great their particularly shiny new bike is. Meanwhile, Pinto is out terrorizing the city on his flat black inline four till the wee hours of the morning.....who do you think has the better deal?

Year: 1978

Make: Honda

Model: CB 750 FOUR

Uppity performance bits: Drilled stock pipes, K&N lungs, other random bits.

Bits Yanked: stock air box removed, turn signals trashed, broken left mirror chucked, some little plastic bits that fell off somewhere.

Straight up funky cosmetic stuffe': Flat drag bars, external wiring harness, ,lotsa flat black, stickers and dents.

	It's 1:35am and Pinto is just getting himself woundup for the night. He was up at the crack of 6pm, just in time to see the orange ball of burn drop into the rocky mountains. He rubbed his eyes, grabbed his leather and hit the street for a night of the goodies only youth, fearlessness and an angry hard on can deliver. A Honda inline four with no shiny, no fringe, no neon and no warranty cools in the evening air. Down the highway to shred a bit of rush hour traffic followed by a mad romp through the city.
It's a different mindset to have a old bike that is all function and minimal aesthetics You don't need to worry if it's clean or dirty, whether or not you polished the chrome, if you're putting the 'proper' grade of gas in it and no worries at all about it getting stolen and ending up in a chop shop. No boring showoff sessions with the yuppies on their $20,000 status symbols. It doesn't require constant maintenance and inspection. Just ride it, that's all. Not to mention, if you leave it out in the rain..... free bike wash. There is really something to be said about owning an older Japanese ratbike with no frills. It's all about riding. You don't need to worry about every waggy sidewalk commando wanting to blab on endlessly about how great the damn thing looks either.




That's Pinto's take on things. Not that he wouldn't take a brand slappin new sport machine if a good deal came his way, but it's almost too much hassle to pamper one of those. Besides, a Honda inline four is still one of the best motors available, even if it is in an old bike. On this particular night he had just returned from a rather successful date that ended in the alley behind the cafe. The night was still young tho, more girls to find, more beer to drink, more roads to burn. Any hope of sleep before sunrise is for the weak bastards with day jobs. There are a million and one yaps out there that like to blab about how great their particularly shiny new bike is. Meanwhile, Pinto is out terrorizing the city on his flat black inline four till the wee hours of the morning.....who do you think has the better deal?