Since this moto venture of mine began there's been countless parts and projects that have passed through my hands. With that abundance, so has the countless number of regrets. One day, while at work I came across an insane listing on offer up. The only image provided was the front end view of this chopper with a springer front end. The rest was buried in the typical pile up of any given garage, boxes, bags, sports equipment and what not. I couldn’t message the seller fast enough. Lucky for me the seller responded with the same urgency. After a brief chat and more details on this killer bike, we had a hand shake. The seller even offered to deliver it since I was local.
so close
As you could imagine I was stoked and eager as fuck to get on my way. My first stop, hit up my bank for $700 we agreed on. The bank teller knew something good was up because I had the stupidest grin on my face. As I exited the bank and headed to my car I noticed the listing was marked “sold”, no bigs, not uncommon. However when I got home, I got that weird feeling shit just wasn’t right. So I called the seller and said, “hey we good?”, his reply was equally to the point, “nah”. He proceeded to tell me that someone wanted it more than I did, and it was gone. Well fuck.
Obviously I ended up with the bike, but it would be a year later when it was relisted by another seller, at nearly double the price. Which still wasn’t that bad, but let’s face it $700 is way better. Nonetheless I was stoked at a second chance, because this ride was a time capsule. 70’s paneled metal flake, Triple A exhaust, and of course a killer OG Sugar Bear springer. If that wasn’t enough the powerplant was a very early 69/70 Diecast CB750.
The good vibes wouldn’t last forever. Once I pulled the tank I realized that frame was snapped, as in broken, as in no breeze in the knees. By this point I was fucking over it. I wanted out and sold just about everything except the frame, tank, and seat. Remember what I was saying about regrets? Welp this is without a doubt one of those moments. While I love where the bike is now, I can’t help to feel like I made a huge mistake by selling so much of what made this bike, The Suga Bear.
