It was the walk to the supermarket that proved to be my undoing. The day had started out with the best of intentions, of course, but before long heat, humidity and distance had conspired to leave me a total wreck. By the time I returned to my short-stay studio apartment I had walked at least a couple of miles and what I had originally believed to be the rather modest weight of just a few bags of groceries had given the fleshy parts of my fingers deep red welts and left my arms numb. I was exhausted, drenched with sweat and my legs were wracked with cramps. Clearly, the situation was unsustainable and, despite the fact that I would only be in town for just two months, it was plainly evident: I needed wheels.

Craigslist offered up the usual suspects, cast off sportbikes with their once smooth fiberglass skins battered and scarred to almost beyond recognition, well-worn cruisers outfitted with pitted chrome skulls and peeling metallic paint jobs and dual purpose bikes nearly sandblasted clean by the chips and dings of a thousand bygone afternoons spent on the trail. I considered each of them in turn, the short-term nature of my stay allowing me an odd sense of freedom. I wasn’t looking for a lifelong relationship, I reasoned, just a summer fling and I found myself drawn to bikes I might not otherwise have considered. Page after page I examined the options until I found the one that fairly leapt off the page.

061814-observations-Kreutzers-CB-1000She was a big girl, tall, with what had once been undeniably handsome lines. In a fickle age, however, the Honda’s classic beauty had been overlooked and, as a result, her road had never been easy one. Even so, she wasn’t the fragile type that demanded special treatment. Hard work day in and day out was a normal state of affairs for this fine motorcycle and she took great joy in it. Eventually, the long days spent in the sun and wind faded her paint but added to her character and, although the little accidents that inevitably occurred left her with scars, her deep down beauty and the strength of her spirit remained. She was the one, I knew, and I quickly made the call.

As I pulled up to the house, I caught my first real look at the neglected Honda CB1000 sitting alone and unloved at the side of the garage while two late model European bikes held pride of place inside. After greeting the seller, I rolled the bike out into the driveway, stood it up on its center stand and stepped back to take a look. The bike was shockingly large. Done up in basic black with unpolished metalwork and little chrome, it looked frightening and I knew right away why it hadn’t sold more quickly. Its black paint and exposed mechanicals came from another era and the overall effect elicited fear in the same way that Darth Vader’s first appearance sent a chill down the spine of everyone in the theater … light saber by Honda?

A closer inspection revealed a bike that had been unloved and left out in the elements for far too long, but its surprisingly good shape was a testament to the quality of engineering and materials used in its construction. There had been an accident that had tweaked the handlebars and bent the gauge bezel, but no real scrapes or road rash to indicate that it had been anything more than a tip-over. The tires were old and would need replacing but the engine fired immediately and quickly settled into a smooth even idle. For a bare $1,100 I felt like I was stealing it.

Over the next few days I washed and waxed my new old-Honda and used a scrub brush to remove a decade’s work of grease and oil from the bike’s wheels and lower extremities. I cleaned and lubed the chain and took it in for tires and a full service. For a few bucks and a few hour’s-worth of work I was rewarded with what I still think of as one of the finest motorcycles I ever owned and over the course of the next few weeks my big Honda carried me faithfully all over Virginia, into DC where I rode it among the cruisers at a Rolling Thunder event on the Fourth of July and even out into the foothills of the Appalachians.


As summer waned, however, as I had always known it would, the good times drew to an end. Although I schemed of the ways I could preserve the CB1000, in the end I knew that my best course of action was to sell her and so she went onto Craigslist once again and I waited for the calls to come. Suitors were few, but eventually a nice young man appeared and whisked her away to what I hope was a better and brighter future. That I was able to recoup all my costs and then some tells me that he wanted her dearly.

Like all summer loves, the big Honda lives on in my mind today bathed in that golden light of nostalgia that softens her few flaws and enhances all that was good. I have only to close my eyes to see her there, gleaming and refreshed, eager for the next day’s adventure. Although our time together was limited, the good feeling will last the rest of my life.

Thomas Kreutzer currently lives in Buffalo, New York with his wife and three children but has spent most of his adult life overseas. He has lived in Japan for 9 years, Jamaica for 2 and spent almost 5 years as a US Merchant Mariner serving primarily in the Pacific. A long time auto and motorcycle enthusiast he has pursued his hobbies whenever possible. He also enjoys writing and public speaking where, according to his wife, his favorite subject is himself.

  • Geoff Wood

    I did a fly’n’ride to Wisconsin to pick up a used one. Within 5 miles I knew it wasn’t for me and I still had 1020 miles to go to get home. It was the previous owners pride and joy and I felt terrible, but it was just dull. For a motor that big, with what I recall was around 100HP, I expected the “retuned for torque” story to apply, but it had no torque either. Just dull as dishwater.

    • Thomas Kreutzer

      I’m really sorry about that. I absolutely loved mine.

  • A good tale and well told. But the supposed ordeal of walking two miles and carrying groceries for half of that should tell you something beyond needing a ride of your own. In the spirit of biker comradery … I’d say “Spend some more time walking!” That way you can enjoy you ride better and longer! 🙂

    • Thomas Kreutzer

      That was the plan but it didn’t some to much. The good news is that the photo above is me at my heaviest and although my weight has crept back up, I;m not quite as big as you see me there these days.

  • Ken House

    The CB1000 is truly a wondrous naked beast. The bike still has a following at

  • -Nate

    Nice writeup Thom .

    This Moto isn’t my cuppa tea but few are so I tend to hold on to the old Motos I have scattered ’round my home , they’re like old friends or a faithful Dog , always ready to go out and have some fun .


  • michaelfalke

    Thomas I can understand your love for the bike. I got a battered and ignored, yeah somewhat abused 79 GS1000LN from a former friend that I spent probably over 4 grand restoring. I loved riding that bike. It was nothing special in the performance department but it was the first really big bike I had ever owned till the day I brought home a ZRX1100 Kawasaki. Then the poor girl languished in the garage unridden and unloved. I didn’t sell her, I ended up giving her away to a guy I felt would get her running again and return her to her glory. I never looked back but yeah, in retrospect, I do miss her.

  • Craig Hoffman

    Always thought one of these with inverted forks and an Erion engine makeover would make one hell of a fearsome naked. I have no idea, but have to believe a lot more power is lurking within the CB’s cases.

    This is underappreciated and cool class of motorcycle. They are sort of coming into vogue now it seems, with quite a lot action in the liter class sporty naked category as of late. MO has a great comparo test on the recent entries into this field.

    I have a modified FZ1. The big FZ is not exactly cool or cutting edge, but in modified form it does have nearly 150 at the wheel. That is stout, but not extraordinary power for a liter class sportish bike. Regardless of the landscape out there, that kind of power never gets boring – it never fails to take my breath away when I twist it’s tail. Big power is just plain fun in this type of versatile package. It honestly is a mystery to me why this type of bike is so ignored. They rock!

    Nice story. I am sure if you had elected to keep it, that big CB with proper care would have run easily into the 6 figure miles. Hondas do that 🙂