May 1989:
After spending 5 years as an indentured servant in
Superman's Fortress of Solitude, I re-entered the world of motorcycles with
a used 1985 Suzuki Madura. This bike was Suzuki's reply to the Yamaha V-Max
and Honda Magna. I can't say enough about those two bikes, they are
magnificent. I wanted to give the Suzuki variant a try, and I soon found
myself in love with the V-4 power and torque, the smooth and reliable shaft
drive, and the great ride the Madura provided. This was a great bike, even
though I am only lukewarm with its pseudo-chopper styling (the V-Max and
Magna both scored home runs with their version of "muscle bike: styling).
I paid $2700 for this bike, according
to my records. Even though it was only 4 years old, the aluminum cases and
forks were really oxidized. At one point I tore the bike down and
sanded/polished all the aluminum, respoked the wheels, rebuilt the master
cylinders and calipers, and repainted the bike red/orange.
It was not long after that I had my
first and only accident with an auto. I was rear-ended at ~35 mph by a kid
in a Chevy Camaro. The force catapulted me over the handlebars and ripped
the seat frame apart. I was completely unhurt, but the Madura... not so
much. Thanks to the brilliant skill and effort by my friend Terry Brawley,
the seat frame was repaired and strengthened and the Madura went on to live
again.
I rode this bike across Texas,
down into Mexico, over to Venice Beach, and back to the Grand Canyon in my
1991 Jim Morrison World Tour.
Unfortunately, some of the roads in
Mexico were freshly paved, and the Madura picked up an ungodly amount of
tar. I also went down outside of Phoenix, AZ , where an 18-wheeler dumped a
couple of gallons of hydraulic oil on an off ramp. We survived, and made it
back to Texas. I didn't have the heart to rebuild/restore the bike again, so
I cleaned the Madura as best I could and sold it to a prison guard who was
just looking for transportation. |