The Never Ending Refurbishing of a Dream
Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 7:27 am
Started to just paint my 68 305 Dream but after all the trouble of getting it apart and getting it painted I now plan to do a little more and fix the rest of it; so I decided to start a new topic here as well as the one in paint.
The bike belonged to a lady in Coos Bay Or. and she told me It was her sons bike that she had bought for him in the fall of 68 and he drove the summer of 69 then went into the army and never came back to get it, so it sat in her garage till I bought it in 94. It had pretty bad surface rust from the damp, cold Oregon winters; but I put a battery in it and cleaned the carb and it started right up and ran great, every summer till last year I would put a few miles on it and spray it down with wd40 in the winter time. But she always was the old rusty bike in the corner that my kids would try to get me to sell. Many a times, especially when we moved after I retired , I was tempted to sell it but nobody would come up with $800 that I thought it was worth, glad of that now. Now I'm down to just the dream and a nice 79 XR185 that I crash around the local dunes. I have been riding since '63 and was riding my cousins Sears allstate 250 (a kind of strange two piston one combustion chamber two-stroke called "the twingle") one summer in '64 when this guy came up behind me on the highway and blew past me on this white gleaming bike. I finally caught up to him in town (the Sears was slow) I saw my first Honda Dream; which seemed to glow in the sun compared to the nasty smelling (it smoked like it was on fire; I think my cousin mixed the two-stroke gas a little heavy) oily, sears. I always wanted a Dream but I grew up in northern Minnesota and the girls where much more inclined to go the movies with you if you had a nice warm car to take them in. After I moved to Oregon I stated riding off-road bikes with an occasional street bike I kept my eye open for a Dream till I got this one.
Here's some pictures my daughter-in-law took for me, of the dismantling of the Dream.
Clarence
The bike belonged to a lady in Coos Bay Or. and she told me It was her sons bike that she had bought for him in the fall of 68 and he drove the summer of 69 then went into the army and never came back to get it, so it sat in her garage till I bought it in 94. It had pretty bad surface rust from the damp, cold Oregon winters; but I put a battery in it and cleaned the carb and it started right up and ran great, every summer till last year I would put a few miles on it and spray it down with wd40 in the winter time. But she always was the old rusty bike in the corner that my kids would try to get me to sell. Many a times, especially when we moved after I retired , I was tempted to sell it but nobody would come up with $800 that I thought it was worth, glad of that now. Now I'm down to just the dream and a nice 79 XR185 that I crash around the local dunes. I have been riding since '63 and was riding my cousins Sears allstate 250 (a kind of strange two piston one combustion chamber two-stroke called "the twingle") one summer in '64 when this guy came up behind me on the highway and blew past me on this white gleaming bike. I finally caught up to him in town (the Sears was slow) I saw my first Honda Dream; which seemed to glow in the sun compared to the nasty smelling (it smoked like it was on fire; I think my cousin mixed the two-stroke gas a little heavy) oily, sears. I always wanted a Dream but I grew up in northern Minnesota and the girls where much more inclined to go the movies with you if you had a nice warm car to take them in. After I moved to Oregon I stated riding off-road bikes with an occasional street bike I kept my eye open for a Dream till I got this one.
Here's some pictures my daughter-in-law took for me, of the dismantling of the Dream.
Clarence