Thursday, May 22, 2014

Introduction - a start of Moto Guzzi life

Hi. I own two MotoGuzzis in Japan and just had a wonderful experience with more than 100 Guzzi lovers getting togther in Karuizawa, a resort town, 150km away from Tokyo.

I finished 5 years assignment in the UK and returned to Japan last year.  I used to have a Honda CB750(RC42) and tried several Honda bikes and found none to satisfy my feeling. Like the old air-cooled CB, what I wanted was something handy, something human, something that makes me want to ride farther.

 A magazine ad of Moto Guzzi Japan caught my attention. A brand new V7 Stone was given a  priced tag of only 898,000yen. What a joke! A Moto Guzzi is cheaper than Japan made 750s? Thanks to the soaring yen, it was not a joke, but a benefit of exchage-rate.

I went to a dealer and tried a test bike, and became an owner of a black Guzzi V7 Stone.


The Guzzi has a human-heart beat. I took it to curvy roads,  metropolitan highways, every weekend some weekday evening.


At the end of the year, I went to ride with friends to a famous fish market. There, at the parking, I saw some old Guzzis.
 Ambassador


A modified California called Florida


Lodora!


I was quite impressed with these Moto Guzzis and found their blogs and was even more impressed how much the enjoy the old Guzzis. The beat and the vibe they described in their blogs made me so interested. There seemed to be a deeper world of Moto Guzzi than what I had experienced with the latest V7 stone.

I could not stop my emotion to step into that deep forest. Yes, the old Guzzista in Japan call themselves residents of an abnormal forest. And I was so tempted into it..

I found a white Le Mans mkIII in a nearby Guzzi specialit shop, and could not help to make a downpayment.


It was about 2 months ago and was the start of my life in the deep forest of old Guzzi.

The bike was perfectly prepared by the Moto Guzzi specialist shop in Tokyo called RIPARARE, and was handed over to me at the end of March.


The old 850cc Guzzi engine knocked me out. The sound and beat makes you feel the bike is alive.


At the age of 50, a new chapter in my life started.









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