My Motorcycles over the years.

Hyosung GVT250 Morph

Hyosung GVT250 Morph

The GVT250Morf project bike was built to test some ideas and to provide a real 250 “chopper” to test the market. This is an ongoing project and will I hope lead to several versions in the future. Keeping with the traditions of the early 1950 and 60 choppers we used a wrecked bike and parts from the junkyard to keep the cost as low as possible, but with a goal of equaling the HD 850 Sporster performance of the 1960s with a GT250 engine. Now if you have never ridden a hard tailed chopper you are in for a lot of fun. And a big surprise as this one corners and runs very well.

Comet GT 250cc

Hyosung Comet GT 250cc

The first Comet GT250 on Jeju Island

Exiv RR 125cc

Hyosung Exiv RR 125cc

My Exiv RR 125cc on Jeju Island



A real screamer, 24,000 rpm; needless to say this would wake up the neighbors. Japan and I was very tired of the taxi fares and not going anywhere when I notice this bike in the back of a "used motorcycle exporter". Seems that he made a good living picking up old motorcycles and sending them to Russia and other countries, but this was a strange bike, 4 cylinders and only 250 cc so was not marketable, being eight or nine years old and missing half the fairing did not help it out either.

The Exporter was stuck with a bike that he could not sell, then I came along and fell in love with it. I paid $500 dollars U.S. and that covered the tax licence, insurance and all. It was mine.
Now I am six feet two and a half inches tall and this bike is not very big so I did look a little oversized on it, but it liked me and ran like a 500cc Bandit, this can be attested to by a few that found out the expensive way. Never run against a bike you do not know!

Derlem Cruz 125cc

Derlem Cruz 125cc

Taejon Lake

The morning was cool and clear so I decided to take a ride in the country. The bike is a 125 cc Korean copy of a Japanese bike but no one knows for certain what bike, it has "American Classic" painted on it? Now I am six feet two inches tall and this bike is designed for someone about five feet tall and weighing about 150 pounds, at least I am close to the weight. After wiping off the overnight pollution, checking the oil and fuel, I was off on my ride. Driving North I soon passed out of the major area of the city into an area of rice paddies, a few farmers where out spreading something in the paddies and the air was invigorating cool, a few cumulus clouds appeared foreshadowing a humid afternoon.

The river bottoms full of rice paddies I was passing through ended at a cliff of factories, belching out smoke and fumes dimming the sky. The early morning shift traffic stalled while police and army Personnel checked for drunks and to see if we had drivers licenses holding up the already stalled by construction workers on their way to work. After flashing an old expired Nigerian Drivers License I was passed on my way with salutes. Passing through the construction, I entered a small two lane road behind a group of bicycles towing old tires behind them and creating more congestion. This is a very picturesque area as the houses covered with some slightly small red flower all front on the road and are occupied by "Coffee" or "Ticket" girls holding up small pieces of paper with numbers on them.

Beyond the town the road follows the river with many "S" curves, hairpins and switchbacks against a hill along the old Japanese canal and road slowly climbing to the Dam on Taejon Lake, a road to be driven. Where the road forks below the dam is a road block maned by the Korean Army to keep people away from the Korean Summer Palace, I was asked to produce a driver's License again so I showed them an old (1960) Mexican Drivers License and was passed through with Salutes and the comment "You Canadian". The sky was clearing.

This is not 666 in southern Arizona but for Korea it is a nice ride, 30 kilometers with a 100- meter elevation change two times with 10% grades and a good number of hairpins and 90' turns, little traffic and no side roads as well as being swept by hand. After leaving the check point I came to the first summit view point and idled in, a couple where using the park bench to fornicate on, it was quit amusing as they completely ignored me, even when I took pictures? Driving on one descends back to the lake rounding an inlet with a small village, this is some what of a hazard as the tractors are in the road. I pull in at a small store and have an OJ, the locals laugh at me as they are already on the second or third Soju, it is 8:00 AM. I let the bike cool.

Leaving the village I ascend the Hi point of the trip, the view point is interesting, surrounded with tombs, graves and monuments to the dead, You can see the Summer Palace built in the bottom of the lake causing the water level to be kept at the river level and the generators useless.

Down the hill and into town where I am side swiped by a cement truck trying to pass on the sidewalk knocking off my front hand brake lever. I continue on my way stopping at the first Bike shop and replace the hand lever. All in all it has been a very enjoyable morning. The roads where good except for one place with sand that caused me some trouble as the brakes locked up and I dumped the bike. But then this is my fault thinking that the road where clear.

Mike Duecy Taejon, S. Korea August 1997.

Honda NX 125cc

Honda NX 125cc

I got this Bike from my brother-in-law, he had picked it up from a student that decided that he did not like motorcycles at all. This is an on/off road bike with semi knobbed tires, a very good small bike for running the back dirt roads in Arizona. I keep this bike for when I come to the States for running around. Like all of my bikes it eats chins, but that may be just the way I ride.

Honda CL72 250cc 1962~1965

Honda Scrambler CL72 250cc

My Honda 250 cc was stolen several times, twice in Mexico and a last time in the Arizona. I bought this bike new when I came back from Nigeria and road it to Mexico and toured for six months.

Norton Dunstall Domanator 750 cc

Norton Dunstall Dominator 750 cc

Norton Dunstall Dominator 750 cc

Royal Enfield 250cc and 350cc

Royal Enfield 250cc and 350cc

Lost in the war
Royal Enfield 250 cc and 350 cc in Estrovas Nigeria 1975. Mine is the Yellow 250, we had about 7 motorcycles in Nigeria, all the rest where Honda Dreams. Getting parts was just impossible and keeping them running a real challenge. They all where several years old and suffering from too much sea water as we where working off a Derrick Barge at the time. All of the chrome, the exhaust pipe and the electrical system where missing or did not work. I used a lantern battery, points and coil from a car to keep the bike running. We road in a group as the bikes where always breaking down or getting stuck in the sand. Everyone carried a rope to tow the broken bike back.

Matchless 650 cc

Matchless 650 cc

The Matchless 650 cc lasted three days and was backed over by a drunk with no insurance. A great loss. This also tought me a lesson about Insurance Comapnies, they keept the bike and did not pay off the note, so I got stuck paying for the Bike, and did not even have the wreck to show for it.

Harley 1942~44?
This is what it was supposed to look like?

Harley 1942 or 1944 ??

The Harley ever run
A three wheeler from the war, this was one of the $75 War Surplus deals, it came in a box in pieces, most broken, bent or otherwise not functioning. I was in High School and had turned 16 and could drive a Car now, bought a 1935 Packard at the Police action, fixed it up to run and sold it, bought an Austin Healley Sprite and ran that till I graduated. Then I picked up a Halley Mark III! But that is another story, see "My Cars and Trucks". Back to the Harley, I put it all together and had it running, as a three wheeler it was a new experience to drive. I graduated and went to Vietnam leaving the Harley in my Dads garage along with my Healley Mark III. When I came back from overseas the Harley was gone, I was told it was stolen, but latter I found out my Dad had "donated it for a Tax Write Off" to a school. At least he did not give the Healley away as well, Yet!
I was told that it got stolen from the school,

Cushman Egle, this is not my bike, it is one at the Daytona show

Cushman Eagle

The Cushman Eagle was not really called a motorcycle, but a scooter, at "5 HP" you could drive them if you where 14 or 15 years old. Mine was used to get to High School. It was stolen and taken on a "Joy Ride" The Police chased the scooter and it ended up hitting a wall and getting wrecked, the Police never caught the thief. Some how the bike was lost from the police impond lot as well, so I never got the pieces back???

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