Here is my grandfather sitting on a World War II Harley Davidson near the Scofield Barracks in Hawaii.   I am the third generation of Bueche men to ride motorcycles. My grandfather's brothers raced Indians in the MidWest during the early 20th century. Grandpa learned to ride from them. During World War II Grandpa was a colonel stationed in Pearl Harbor. Fortunately on December 7th 1941, he was still in California. One time there were some young soldiers gathered around an army issued Harley-Davidson outside the Scofield barracks. When they saw Colonel Bueche, they made some snide comments about the old man not knowing what to do with one of those. Without a word, Grandpa hopped on the Harley, fired it to life and did a burn out as he roared off into the distance. In 1974, my dad got his first motorcycle; a brand new, left-over 1973 Honda CB 360. At eight years old, I was instantly his faithful passenger. One time Dad passed a field with some dirt bikers flying up and down a hill. With me on the back, Dad decided to try his hand. We totally wiped out, giving me my first taste of mud from the back of a motorcycle.   This is me sitting on my Dad's first motorcycle. This was before he ditched both it and me in the mud. :)   Shortly after that, Dad bought me my first dirt bike. It was a Honda ST 90; a little three speed with centrifugal clutch. The day we brought it home, Dad didn't have time to give me a formal lesson. So he let me sit at the controls, while he ran along side, slightly bent over so he could have his hands on the throttle and front brake. He was a good dad, trying to let me enjoy the bike as soon as possible while still keeping me safe, and I did stay safe. This didn't turn out to be the second time I tasted mud from the back of a bike. That was because I landed in the bushes! I was blessed to have a field directly across the street from my house and the owners consent to let me ride my bike on it. When we could, Dad and I would load the bike into the pick up and go to a silt basin not too far away. I could find no pictures of any of my dirt bikes. This is shocking as I rode dirt bikes from roughly age eight or nine until I was eighteen or nineteen. I don't even have any pictures of my first street bike. For the historical record, the bikes I have owned that don't appear on this site are the Honda ST 90, the 1975 Yamaha MX 175, the 1978 Honda XL 250 and the 1977 Honda CB 750 K. My first street bike, the CB 750 K, was purchased from my dad. He wanted to trade it in for a 1984 Honda V45 Sabre. He had so many miles on the CB that the Honda dealer wouldn't   This is my dad taking a moment to snap a picture during one of our trips.   give him any money for it. I emptied my savings account ($600) and purchased my first "big bike" at age seventeen. Before too many months, I totaled the bike. No, it wasn't my fault. The insurance company gave me $1600 for it. Good deal! That is when I purchased the 1980 Honda CB 750 F, a newer and sportier version of my dad's old bike. That covers my first ten years of motorcycling and is where the pages of this site pick up. The links above and below are the bikes I have owned for the last twenty years. They are listed in chronological order from left to right. Click on a link and read about the bikes and the exploits of my life on them. I hope you enjoy them; especially you, Dad.     This is me sitting on one of my hero's motorcycles. Evel Knevel was the man!
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