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RE: Motorcycle of the Week: 1931 Peugeot
Oh man. The longest I've been in plaster is 13 weeks. And not related to a motorcycle in any way.
I do wear armored clothing when I ride, and have been incredibly lucky in my 50 years on motorcycles.
I owned a TR6 (single carb Bonnie) back in the day and actually carried a quart of oil (and a set of pushrods) in the saddle bags at all times. Those horizontal split cases would just drip until they were empty.
That Yammie 650 was an absolute beast. I traded my TR6 on a KZ1 Kawasaki. Another brutal beast...
Two years my brother and today I struggle with my left leg shorter than the other, spine bent and many other problems. The tibia and thibia bones were crushed and knocked into the bike's engine. They repeatedly wanted to amputate, but I refused. But thankfully I still walk on the leg and life goes on. The KZ1 was indeed a beast.