My Second Motorcycle

[Zoltan]

I got to thinking about the motorcycles that I have owned over the years, so I did a search and found one that looked like my second bikes twin.

It was a 1942 BSA M20. It had 600 miles on it when I bought it in 1970. I was 16 years old and very interested in WWII hardware of any type.

The bike had been packed in cosmoline till the early 60's. The person I bought it from was the original owner. He took it hill climbing and dumped it, leaving a dent in the gas tank so he put it away for about 9 years. I got it home and made a tool to hammer most of the dent out from the inside, putty and paint for the rest, and modified a set of points from a 441 Victor to get some fire. I worked for weeks cleaning out the Amal carb and all the other things that had piled up over the years of storage. Fired it up and rode the heck out of it. It bounced up and down like a pogo stick on bumpy roads, but to this day I have never felt as cool on a bike as I did on that old olive drab Army bike.

I road it till I was 18, then sold it when I joined the Army. I would love to have it back again.

Almost forgot, my 1st bike was a 1967 BSA 175 Bantam 2 cycle. It too was a basket case.

Zoltan

 

[Orient_Express]

I got to thinking about the motorcycles that I have owned over the years, so I did a search and found one that looked like my second bikes twin.
It was a 1942 BSA M20. It had 600 miles on it when I bought it in 1970. I was 16 years old and very interested in WWII hardware of any type.

The bike had been packed in cosmoline till the early 60's. The person I bought it from was the original owner. He took it hill climbing and dumped it, leaving a dent in the gas tank so he put it away for about 9 years. I got it home and made a tool to hammer most of the dent out from the inside, putty and paint for the rest, and modified a set of points from a 441 Victor to get some fire. I worked for weeks cleaning out the Amal carb and all the other things that had piled up over the years of storage. Fired it up and rode the heck out of it. It bounced up and down like a pogo stick on bumpy roads, but to this day I have never felt as cool on a bike as I did on that old olive drab Army bike.

I road it till I was 18, then sold it when I joined the Army. I would love to have it back again.

Almost forgot, my 1st bike was a 1967 BSA 175 Bantam 2 cycle. It too was a basket case.

Zoltan

Whooooooooaaaaaaaaa...baby

That is very kool - if my friend Buzz saw it, he wouldn't sleep for a week trying to figure out how to get it away from you if you still had it around the house.

VERY NICE my man, too bad you don't have it in the garage - I love those oldies but goodies...

I think I may know where there's a sidecar that would bolt right on that puppy...