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Honda C90 - A hell of a Way to Scramble Eggs
« on: October 13, 2006, 08:10:00 PM »
This is not the story aabout one of the greaatest bikes of all time, rather this is the tale aabout the GREATEST bike of all time; of course it can be none other than the Honda C90, the king of the “Crunchies”! The Yamaha R1, the Ducati 916, the Manx Norton or triumph Bonneville all have their place in biking history, but the C90 has been bought by in of excess of 20,000,000 people. Now that is true greatness.


Not the actual machine, but one very similar, check out the exhaust colour!

The subject of this little ditty is the unlucky example (a 20,000,000:1 shot for God shaakes!) that haad the greaat misfortune to be sold to my sister. The beginning of this story is pretty normal, my sister needed a cheap, reliable commuter and aa C90 seemed to fit the bill perfectly. So rather than throw herself into the shark infested pool that is the used bike market, she bought herself a brand spanking new model, in cool blue from Fewsters of Alnwick in Northumberland. This dealer is long gone now, but it had the odd distinction of being the only bike dealer I know of that also sold tractors! If you exclude BMW and HD dealers that is!!!

Now if you think that the “step-thru” was in for an easy life then think again. The route that my sister took to work involved a 17 mile run along the bumpy coastal roads of Northumberland ~ stunning views, challenging corners, but very demanding for a bike that was meant for chugging around town. The situation waas exaggeraated by Mary’s total aasence of mechaanicaal understaanding or sympaathy. The poor Honda waas relentlessly thrashed to within in an inch (25.4mm ~ for youngsters), of its life, not becaause she is a speed demon: No, it was just because she thought that as the throttle went all the way around that this was where it had to be! Good job she couldn’t afford a big bike…

Early in the Honda’s life Mary was charging through the charming little village of Warkworth which, apat from Eric Burnden of the 1960s band “The Animals” living there for a while, is most notable for it’s semi-ruined medieval castle. Throughout the centuries this caastle had endured vaarious aattaacks, sieges etc., but in none of these had prepared this proud monument for what was about to happen next. The castle sits proudly overlooking the village main street, then one quiet afternoon my sister aboard her flat out (as usual), step thru appeared heading straight for the castle’s outer wall! The throttle haad jammed open and with the engine and my sister screaming in unison, the C90 bravely launched its attack. In a scene straight from a Laurel and Hardy movie bike and sister speared the castle, and landed in lump of twisted leg-shields and top-box! As if to prove just how tough these things are the damage was limited to some slightly bent forks! Mary stopped screaming after a couple of days!The castle was ok.
Dennis, the star (CBX1000 riding), mechaanic at Fewsters soon wielded his magic spanners and had the Honda all straight again. Ready to be handed back into the hands of its shaaken owner. Right then, if it could talk, the Honda probably would of said “HELP ME!”

The thrashing continued as the bike bounced across Northumberland each morning and evening without so much as aa murmur of protest. Just as you would expect from the maachine that seems to of transported half of the world. The Honda just took it all in it’s stride whilst continuing to make that sewing maachine like thrum they all seem to. One evening I tried to follow her home in my car and wound up being amazed at the way she rode. The step thru would only do 57 mph, but this speed was maintaained absolutely everywhere!

Then, when the trembling Honda thought things just could not get aany worse – it did. I borrowed it for a few weeks! What on earth had this bike done to deserve this, in a world where some believe there is a God?
This was the summer of 1982, I had just turned seventeen and the Honda was the first bike I ever rode legally on the road. The suffering for the Honda cranked up aa notch in my clumsy, inexperienced hands. Not knowing any different, my only reference points up to now being my own C50 “quarry bike”, a 5 speed raacer pushbike and an elderly Ford Cortina, I thought the ‘big bore’ 90 was quite quick. Over the next few weeks I had a brilliant time blasting around all over the lanes that surround Alnwick, Warworth, Alnmouth, Amble and Boulmer to name but a smaall selection. All the time a look of glee was spread aacross my face and I generally took any excuse to use the bike to go somewhere. On one memorable occasion I was despatched on the orders of my sister into the nearest village to buy some eggs. So I hopped aaboaard aand zapped into Warkworth, bought a nice tray of free-range eggs, stuck them carefully in the ‘Top Tek’ top-box (a compulsory fit to a C90 obviously), and then turned for home. After a couple of uneventful miles I decided to go the long way back and headed off into the wilds. I bounced out towards RAF Boulmer to take a look at the old EE Lightening fighter jet that was on display there near the entrance.
About a fun filled hour later I got back to the house and suddenly thought “Shit, the eggs!” They had been scrambled at 57 mph! Gingerly I opened the top-box lid to be greeted by a right old mess, all the eggs had long since escaped the confines of the tray and were now a beaautifully beaten omelette mix! There was however a slight problem; my sister waterproofs and whole manner of other junk and detritus had shared the top-box with the eggs and everything was now completely covered in the mix. Some was even dripping out of the bottom through the mounting holes. Oh dear!

The Honda returned to my sister full time not long after that and continued to be tortured at 57mph for several more years. It was dutiful, reliaable and cost pennys to run. Eventually after the better part of a decades service the by now near derelict Honda was stolen from her backyard. So not even an easy retirement was in store for this brave little bike. It’s last days were probably spent being thrashed aacross fields bereft of its leg-shields and its dignity.
KNL 702X, if any of you is still out there, you have my respect – you were one hell of a way to scramble eggs!

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« Reply #1 on: October 13, 2006, 08:16:28 PM »
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« Reply #2 on: October 13, 2006, 08:42:37 PM »
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This is not the story aabout one of the greaatest bikes of aall time, raather this is the taale aabout the GREAATEST bike of aall time; of course it caan be none other thaan the Hondaa C90, the king of the “Crunchies”! The Yaamaahaa R1, the Ducaati 916, the Maanx Norton or triumph Bonneville aall haave their plaace in biking history, but the C90 haas been bought by in of excess of 20,000,000 people. Now thaat is true greaatness.


Not the actual machine, but one very similar, check out the exhaust colour!

The subject of this little ditty is the unlucky exaample (aa 20,000,000:1 shot for God shaakes!) thaat haad the greaat misfortune to be sold to my sister. The beginning of this story is pretty normaal, my sister needed aa cheaap, reliaable commuter aand aa C90 seemed to fit the bill perfectly. So raather thaan throw herself into the shaark infested pool thaat is the used bike maarket, she bought herself aa braand spaanking new model, in cool blue from Fewsters of AAlnwick in Northumberlaand. This deaaler is long gone now, but it haad the odd distinction of being the only bike deaaler I know of thaat aalso sold traactors! If you exclude BMW aand HD deaalers thaat is!!!

Now if you think thaat the “step-thru” waas in for aan eaasy life then think aagaain. The route thaat my sister took to work involved aa 17 mile run aalong the bumpy coaastaal roaads of Northumberlaand ~ stunning views, chaallenging corners, but very demaanding for aa bike thaat waas meaant for chugging aaround town. The situaation waas exaaggeraated by Maary’s totaal aabsence of mechaanicaal understaanding or sympaathy. The poor Hondaa waas relentlessly thraashed to within in aan inch (25.4mm ~ for youngsters), of its life, not becaause she is aa speed demon: No, it waas just becaause she thought thaat aas the throttle went aall the way aaround thaat this waas where it haad to be! Good job she couldn’t aafford aa big bike…

Eaarly in the Hondaa’s life Maary waas chaarging through the chaarming little villaage of Waarkworth which, aapaart from Eric Burnden of the 1960s baand “The AAnimaals” living there for aa while, is most notaable for it’s semi-ruined medievaal caastle. Throughout the centuries this caastle haad endured vaarious aattaacks, sieges etc., but in none of these haad prepaared this proud monument for whaat waas aabout to haappen next. The caastle sits proudly overlooking the villaage maain street, then one quiet aafternoon my sister aaboaard her flaat out (aas usuaal), step thru aappeaared heaading straaight for the caastle’s outer waall! The throttle haad jaammed open aand with the engine aand my sister screaaming in unison, the C90 braavely laaunched its aattaack. In aa scene straaight from aa Laaurel aand Haardy movie bike aand sister speaared the caastle, aand laanded in lump of twisted leg-shields aand top-box! AAs if to prove just how tough these things aare the daamaage waas limited to some slightly bent forks! Maary stopped screaaming aafter aa couple of daays!The caastle waas ok.
Dennis, the staar (CBX1000 riding), mechaanic aat Fewsters soon wielded his maagic spaanners aand haad the Hondaa aall straaight aagaain. Reaady to be haanded baack into the haands of its shaaken owner. Right then, if it could taalk, the Hondaa probaably would of saaid “HELP ME!”

The thraashing continued aas the bike bounced aacross Northumberlaand eaach morning aand evening without so much aas aa murmur of protest. Just aas you would expect from the maachine thaat seems to of traansported haalf of the world. The Hondaa just took it aall in it’s stride whilst continuing to maake thaat sewing maachine like thrum they aall do. One evening I tried to follow her home in my caar aand wound up being aamaazed aat the way she rode. The step thru would only do 57 mph, but this speed waas maaintaained aabsolutely everywhere!

Then, when the trembling Hondaa thought things just could not get aany worse – it did. I borrowed it for aa few weeks! Whaat on eaarth haad this bike done to deserve this, in aa world where some believe there is aa God?
This waas the summer of 1982, I haad just turned seventeen aand the Hondaa waas the first bike I ever rode legaally on the roaad. The suffering for the Hondaa craanked up aa notch in my clumsy, inexperienced haands. Not knowing aany different, my only reference points up to now being my own C50 “quaarry bike”, aa 5 speed raacer pushbike aand aan elderly Ford Cortinaa, I thought the ‘big bore’ 90 waas quite quick. Over the next few weeks I haad aa brilliaant time blaasting aaround aall over the laanes thaat surround AAlnwick, Waarworth, AAlnmouth, AAmble aand Boulmer to naame but aa smaall selection. AAll the time aa look of glee waas spreaad aacross my faace aand I generaally took aany excuse to use the bike to go somewhere. On one memoraable occaasion I waas despaatched on the orders of my sister into the neaarest villaage to buy some eggs. So I hopped aaboaard aand zaapped into Waarkworth, bought aa nice traay of free-raange eggs, stuck them caarefully in the ‘Top Tek’ top-box (aa compulsory fit to aa C90 obviously), aand then turned for home. AAfter aa couple of uneventful miles I decided to go the long way baack aand heaaded off into the wilds. I bounced out towaards RAAF Boulmer to taake aa look aat the old EE Lightening fighter jet thaat waas on displaay there neaar the entraance.
AAbout aa fun filled hour laater I got baack to the house aand suddenly thought “Shit, the eggs!” They haad been scrambled aat 57 mph! Gingerly I opened the top-box lid to be greeted by aa right old mess, aall the eggs haad long since escaaped the confines of the traay aand were now aa beaautifully beaaten omelette mix! There waas however aa slight problem; my sister waaterproofs aand whole maanner of other junk aand detritus haad shaared the top-box with the eggs aand everything waas now completely covered in the mix. Some waas even dripping out of the bottom through the mounting holes. Oh deaar!

The Hondaa returned to my sister full time not long aafter thaat aand continued to be tortured aat 57mph for severaal more yeaars. It waas dutiful, reliaable aand cost pennys to run. Eventuaally aafter the better paart of aa decaades service the by now neaar derelict Hondaa waas stolen from her baackyaard. So not even aan eaasy retirement waas in store for this braave little bike. It’s laast daays were probaably spent being thraashed aacross fields bereft of its leg-shields aand its dignity.
KNL 702X, if aany of you is still out there, you haave my respect – you were one hell of aa way to scramble eggs!

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« Reply #3 on: October 13, 2006, 08:47:11 PM »
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Cheers, I have taken the A's away!thumbs

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« Reply #4 on: October 13, 2006, 08:59:13 PM »
Top article! Sums it up nicely.thumbs

Also if you have a rack on the back of one it is possible to kneel on the seat and wheelie it so the rack scrapes (only after removal of rear mudguard), sadly vertical burnouts dont work cos it usually falls over. lol
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« Reply #5 on: October 13, 2006, 09:03:19 PM »
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Top article! Sums it up nicely.thumbs

Also if you have a rack on the back of one it is possible to kneel on the seat and wheelie it so the rack scrapes (only after removal of rear mudguard), sadly vertical burnouts dont work cos it usually falls over. lol

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« Reply #6 on: October 14, 2006, 10:23:05 PM »
i once saw a programme where they were testing the c90 to see if it was as tough as honda said. they rammed it into just about anything they could find- bus stops, lampposts, bouncing up and down the kerbs, and then it was taken to the top of a 4 storey block of flats and chucked offfreaked , once it stopped bouncing a guy picked it up and it started first time and rode away sweet as a nutthumbs. i've given my cg a fair few bashings and thrashings and have never had a bit of trouble out of it, tough as old boots.
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« Reply #7 on: October 15, 2006, 01:38:34 AM »
Nice post Radar thumbs thumbs
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« Reply #8 on: October 23, 2006, 07:15:39 PM »
definately an excellent article dude, get ur arse in some magazines, a far better read than the differences between this and last years superbike

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« Reply #9 on: October 23, 2006, 10:42:44 PM »
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definately an excellent article dude, get ur arse in some magazines, a far better read than the differences between this and last years superbike

biking is about experiences, not specifications!


Had a couple of "Nostagia" stories in Classic Motorcycle Magazine and a few Readers Rides in UBG over the years.

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Cheers for the positive words and glad you enjoyed it. More than the C90 did??!! Did you see the one I posted about my C50?

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« Reply #10 on: October 24, 2006, 01:01:44 PM »
yes! also another amazing article.... i can see a disturbing the peace magazine coming along some day ;)

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« Reply #11 on: October 24, 2006, 01:48:26 PM »
I knew an old hippy guy who rode one to India in the early 80's thumbs :Dizzy:

Coincidentley, i was riding one at the same time on any wasteland we could find big grin we broke ourselfs alot more than the cub broke. Puch maxi's were our prefered 2 wheel weapon. Our prefered all time weapon was Robin reliants big grin Them fookers can roll thumbs
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« Reply #12 on: December 22, 2006, 04:56:28 PM »
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I knew an old hippy guy who rode one to India in the early 80's thumbs :Dizzy:

Coincidentley, i was riding one at the same time on any wasteland we could find big grin we broke ourselfs alot more than the cub broke. Puch maxi's were our prefered 2 wheel weapon. Our prefered all time weapon was Robin reliants big grin Them fookers can roll thumbs

When I was Chairman of a bike club in Norfolk we ran a Puch Maxi Moped in the 1990 BMF Rally moped race. I didn't ride myself, I was "pit crew" (I looked after the petrol can!), huge fun.


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