My Weekend Project- 1987 GT Performer Restoration

Operation "Livin the Dream" commenced on Saturday afternoon at eleven hundred sharp. It involved cleaning all the shit out of my Jeep and trekking my ass over to the folks house. Once at my primary target location I had to extract my subject. The jungle was thick...littered with old phonebooks, firewood and under deck lattice work; but i was able to persevere.

After backing out both a luxury import and a prius aka "The Liberal Limousine" I could practically taste it. The bike was nearly in my grasp, I threw aside my Neon Yellow Nishiki Mt. Bike like yesterdays trash, I was after nostalgia...sweet magenta nostalgia.

I carefully removed the bike from its perch, for years it has dangled from the rafters of that cold spyder infested domicile...today was its liberation. I snatched it from its hooks and raced it into my waiting trunk. I was off...my pirates booty tempting me from the back seat.

Once home the first thing I did was fire up the air compressor...time to see how 20 yr old rubber holds up?

Not too well my friends; the rear tire would hold a charge but the front tire was leakier than a sieve. I got one quick spin around my driveway before it gave out.

One glorious pass.

After that I cracked a miller high life and gave a thorough who's your father...I washed her undercarriage, lubricated her wires and re-packer her wheel bearings with fresh grease.

Friends would call and ask what I was up to?
"Just doing a little restoration work on my bike" I stated.

Time after time I would get asked "when did you buy a motorcycle?"

a motorcycle what kind of nostalgia can be found in a motorized vehicle. I can't harken back to years gone by on a damn scooter...no in order to really get back you need one of these.....

Check out the white mags on that bitch, matching white tires...that's an attention do detail you just don't see those anymore do ya?

That sucker had a gyro so you could spin the handle bars freely when your trickin, fold down pegs in the front for kick ass endo's and permanent pegs on the back for grinding or just giving your friends a buck.

So fire up your old BMX, crack open a high life, and throw your best girl on the back. Pedal your ass down to my place on Hampshire Ave and lets talk about the good old days.