“Two wheels, no roof, no excuses. The most alive I've ever felt at 70mph.”
Sold when the 911 came along. Two wheels or four — you can't have both. I still miss the sound of that L-twin on a cold morning.
My first motorcycle. Everyone told me not to. I bought it anyway. Matte black, Arrow exhaust, and a sound that turned heads at every traffic light. Four years of weekend rides, track days, and one very memorable trip through the Pacific Coast Highway.
Picked it up on a Tuesday. Rode home in the rain. Arrived soaked and grinning. Best decision I ever made.
Three days, Pacific Coast Highway, Big Sur to Malibu. The most beautiful road I've ever ridden.
First time on a real circuit on two wheels. Terrifying. Addictive. Did it three more times.
Sold to fund the 911. Still hear that L-twin in my sleep sometimes.
How much this car is still felt, even after it’s gone.
Other cars from the same era or owner
My first car. Saved up for two years working weekends. The day I drove it off the lot I cried — actual tears. Candy apple red, 5.0 V8, and absolutely zero practicality. Perfect.
Hired for our wedding day. Pulled up to the church in a Rolls-Royce Ghost — Midnight Sapphire, white ribbon on the bonnet. I'll never forget the look on her face when she saw it waiting outside. We only had it for six hours. It felt like a lifetime.
Adventure phase. Took the doors off every summer. Drove through three national parks, one very muddy trail in Colorado, and countless beach sunsets. This Jeep has more stories than I can count.