What brought me to a busa? well that is a great story, one for the ages. It's a story about great friendship, divine intervention, the love of all things two wheeled and a bit of learning how to weld.
We all have that one friend, you know, that one who can fix anything. That one friend who may not be the most tactful, or best educated but still manages to teach you more about life than anyone else. My friend was named Walt(or Lee depending on who you were talking to). Walt was one of those guys who was born taking things apart. You could give that man a pile of scrap steel a motor and a welder and ask him for a helicopter. Well by the end of the week you would have one, it make look like it would take your head off but by golly ( did I just say that?) you would have something that flew. Walt started teaching me how to ride, at the time He had a chopped out Vulcan 1500 and his wifes 800 nomad. Years of riding with him beats any motorcycle saftey class you can take.( plus you learn great riding games as "road kill soccer" or spray your friend with the water bottle at 30mph) Walt was always doing repair work for people, mainly people in his CMA group ( Christian Motorcycle Association). He was also helping me with my cb550 chopper. One day whilst working on the chopper He told me that he was getting a wrecked sport bike as payment for doing some repair work for a guy. All he knew was that it was greater than 600cc's and it was a sport bike. He told me that if it wasn't fixable he was going to turn it into a go-cart.
Anyway a few weeks later I get a call from Walt, He was so happy, he was like a kid on christmas day. His new/wrecked sport bike came in. "Guess what I got?"
"I dunno, a box of twinkies?"
"No, man come on guess..."
"Umm, I hate these games,"
"Dude guess"
"Now you are sounding like my girlfriend.."
"Dude!!!"
"Umm ok your bike didn't come in did it?"
"Yeah, its a 2000 hayabusa..!!!!"
"No-Freaking-way"
"Yup. come over I got it running already"
So I Hightail it across town, and arrive at his house only to be greated by this monstrosity of a bike in the driveway. It was half stripped down. No front cowl/headlight, no side panels, scratched up, bent right handle bar.
"Hop on, you wont believe how fast this thing is"
"Ummm is this agood idea?"
"yeah why?"
"cause with you and I on a bike, thats like 600lbs of male"
"So, it doesnt matter"
SO I hop on, and am treated to the fastest trip around the block ever.
Anyway after getting it all straightened out. We went on to ride that and his 1500 Vulcan for the next 3-4 years.
Unfortunatly Walt died last summer, the week after we took one of the best rides to the omaha zoo. I have sort of inherited this bike from him. I have come to realize, that in life you spend times as "That guy with that friend" or sometimes you get to be "That friend" to someone.