I've been away from the forum for...jeez, a long time. Anyway, I just thought I'd share this with everyone.
After several years of carrying over "Fix motorcycle" on my "to do" list, I've finally done it. This is where the past few evenings, yesterday morning and this afternoon have gone. Some eight or nine years after crashing it, I have finally repaired my 1994 CBR600F2—and while it's not as good as new, this is as good as it's gonna get.
I crashed it in 1996 or so, and although the damage was mostly cosmetic, the insurance company totaled it—allowing me to pay cash for my wife's engagement ring. Nice. I also purchased the bike back from the insurance co., intending to repair it. I replaced the front rim and bought aftermarket bodywork, but then I got busy, and married, and the bike wasn't a priority.
Fast forward: I've been married almost eight years and I was sick of seeing my bike in the garage without the bodywork, and sick of telling myself I'd get to it eventually, so I decided to put it on eBay as-is, unassembled. As I started gathering the parts together, I thought I might just hit the bodywork with a coat of BBQ black paint. In short order I had it back together, painted, just as I'd imagined many years ago (rather than spend money on professional painting, I'd paint it matte black and call it a "stealth" bike, hence the name "StealthF2"). The key was my approach: "I don't care how it looks; I just want it assembled." In this case, a desire for near-perfection had paralyzed me. (Hmm. This sounds like a pretty good strategy for conquering everything in my life. Particularly my writing. Note to self...)
So hallelujah, this is coming off my list and there will be much rejoicing. Oh, and I'm no longer selling it, at least not until I'm ready to purchase a newer bike. Now I just need to ride it—otherwise, what was the point?
A pictorial history of my motorcycle:
Circa 1996. Me on Angeles Crest Highway. Mostly stock, with some minor mods (new pipe, fewer stickers, fender eliminated, small short-stalk rear turn signals). The bike, I mean.
Post-crash. Upper and lower fairings are aftermarket fiberglass pieces. I've painted the upper fairing black and left the lowers in gelcoat white. Not a bad scheme—it just needs to be real paint. Tank is dented and needs replacement or repair. Black front rim replaced with white rim—which looked fine when there was white on the bike, but not now.
Thursday night, 5/19, mid-transformation. New battery installed—which was probably the turning point. My original intention was to spend no more money on it.
Sunday 5/23. New (cheesy) paint (the imperfections are glaringly obvious), new battery, newly recovered seat, new lease on life. The only thing left to do is paint the front rim and front fender, and install the mirrors I have on order.
Hell, that doesn't look too bad for an 11-year-old motorcycle. And it only has 14,000 miles on it, with a fresh tune-up and Dynojet kit. Think I'll go riding...