1974 Honda CB

cb2001013660

1974 honda CB200 , 11,000 miles 5spd. amazing bike extremely clean, handle bars changed and blinkers removed but I have all original parts from bike in storage and buyer will recieve them with purchase, nearly museum qaulity bike. Made an 1100 mile ride to Memphis Tn. and back in May of 2010. rebuilt carbs ,super clean gas tank , perfect petcock ,needs speedo cable cause it recrntly broke, new battery.Have all kinds if paperwork for bike including title, original owners manual ,dealer service records, and motorcycle trader add from 1997. Be just the third owner of this incredible machine. Be ahead of the trend and get your cafe racer bike NOW, there the newest trend .Cafe racer are the new Chopper. Dont miss this awesome oppurtunity. My reserve and buy now prices are negotiable. On Jan-25-11 at 11:41:25 PST, seller added the following information: 1974 honda CB200 , 11,000 miles 5spd. amazing bike extremely clean, handle bars changed and blinkers removed but I have all original parts from bike in storage and buyer will recieve them with purchase, nearly museum qaulity bike. Made an 1100 mile ride to Memphis Tn. and back in May of 2010. rebuilt carbs ,super clean gas tank , perfect petcock ,needs speedo cable cause it recrntly broke, new battery.Have all kinds if paperwork for bike including title, original owners manual ,dealer service records, and motorcycle trader add from 1997. Be just the third owner of this incredible machine. Be ahead of the trend and get your cafe racer bike NOW, there the newest trend .Cafe racer are the new Chopper. Dont miss this awesome oppurtunity. My reserve and buy now prices are negotiable. bottom half of the fork tubes could stand to be polished, there is a small nick in paint on each side of tank approx. size 1 quater of a u.s. dime to 1 half , though not unsightly. Fuel tank interior is like new condition and has never beenn restored. No tares in seat, tab where seat locks is missing but I do have it. new throttle cable, both brakes work properly, missing horn button but I have plenty of control parts. chain needs 1 link removed because of ware. low profile handle bars are currently installed but I do have all factory installed parts i.e. handle bars and turn signals. Tires are excellent conditon though not factory styled tires they are avon road racing tires with street tread. And my facility is right next door to a holiday inn express. For anything further please write or call. Thanks On Jan-27-11 at 08:55:11 PST, seller added the following information: Reserve has been met I will be posting more detailed pictures today 1-27-11 by no later than 9p.m central standard time. thanks happy bidding!On Jan-29-11 at 16:05:13 PST, seller added the following information: November 2010 More Cycle World Ride for Kids Project Honda CBR1000RR - Special Feature Red Bull Catalina Grand Prix - Special Feature Honda VFR History: Part I - Special Feature XR Extraordinaire - Special Feature Motorcycle Maps with Moxie - Special Feature I bought a 1975 Honda CB200. Woo hoo, yeah! It’s green, Honda racing green, with its signature rubber pad running down the top of the fuel tank to prove it’s a racebike; it’s for lying flat-out upon to maximize speed, just like any café racer. “Low” bars. Dual carbs and exhausts. It’s got a front disc brake, which is good and racy—but it’s cable-actuated, which is ungood and risky. It’s fast! All right, it’s slow. The CB200, or at least my CB200, is as slow as a motorcycle can be and still fit within the definition of “motorcycle.” If it were any slower it’d be a...CB175. Or a CB125. Or a CB92 or CB50. At some point, you should just walk and carry the engine. I’d always thought the CB was a cool-looking, standout example of what was happening in the evolving design of motorcycles in the early 1970s—excitingly transitional years when production bikes got disc brakes, the lucky ones with hydraulic actuation. It was when the Honda CB750 and Kawasaki Z1 redefined the word superbike, when Paul Smart won the Imola 200 on a Ducati 750 and changed that company’s image forever. It’s when the film On Any Sunday was released. So, the thought of owning a CB200 was just to possess a window looking back into a short, exciting time in motorcycling. Ride it? No. I mean, why? It’s slow. Ride it or not, I couldn’t just park the thing without first cleaning and refurbishing it a bit and, of course, getting it running. Being mechanically inclined isn’t just a skill, it’s a medical condition. It nags the psyche to see something busted and abandoned. While some people find themselves surreptitiously righting pictures on other people’s walls, we mechanically inclined retentives find ourselves rebuilding the neighbor’s garden tractor, even if we don’t much like the neighbor. So there I was, in possession of a running CB200 with a license plate. Okay, where’s my helmet? The CB200 isn’t about wheelies, corner-blitzing and blinding speed. It’s just a pleasant little bike that slows you down so you can enjoy the reason you started riding in the first place: pure, innocent fun. Freaked out by the anemic performance, I figured I’d go around the block and be done with this adventure. After three right turns, though, I failed to make the required fourth and motored on down the highway. And then a funny thing happened: I just kept riding. The horror of slow that had made me feel like a potential victim began to fade. I started getting into putting along, my knees to the wind, the road open before me. I started, um, having fun. I started enjoying motoring down the highway on this deckless lawn mower. What the...? After riding not all that far, I realized that with every bike I’ve ridden in my life, from bored-out ’Busas to tricked-out Bimotas to full-race Yamaha R1s and everything in between, all I’ve been doing is trying to relive the visceral excitement of my first day on a motorcycle, that magic moment of turning a throttle and being effortlessly rushed into the wind, flying down the road breast to breeze, naked and powerful all at once like a superhero. Captain CB200! I’d been searching for it by racing, by riding bikes with huge horsepower, by going crazy speeds—trying to force the moment back with a ham fist when all it needed was a gentle twist on a little bike on a sunny day. I’ve also come to learn that this bike makes me very popular wherever I go, particularly with guys between 47 and 52 years old. Their teenage minds believed this very bike could transform their dreams of owning a motorcycle into reality. It was built in a teenager’s size and available at a price that invited hopes that their fathers, just maybe, possibly, could be convinced to buy them one—a real motorcycle, yet not a crazy-fast expensive machine. It’s the bike a generation of riders ached for, longed for, and for many of them, the memory of that longing is as emotional as the memory of a first love. Or a first ride.