This motorcycle has taken me from home to the bay up Highway 1, and to (and through) Death Valley. It hit the ton at El Mirage, high sided me on the lake bed, drifted the turns at the Ventura Raceway, dropped me in a stream crossing, and helped make all the films you have seen from me.
I’ve wired it, bumped it, jumped it, chopped it and made it my own over the past 14 months.
It is very hard to see it go, but there is always something new on the horizon I promise.
Cheers to the trusty 1979 Yamaha XS650.
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