Kim's two-wheeled obsession

Now that my bike and I've been together for over a year, I decided it deserved a new page. In case you don't recognize it from its cute little ass over there, I ride a 1990 Honda CB-1. Right now it's my day-to-day ride, but it is destined to be the pampered weekend and track-day darling it deserves to be once I identify a ride more properly suited to going in straight lines up 101 every day (and, uh, identify the money to pay for both a second bike and track days...).

If you're unfamiliar with the CB-1, it's a 400cc bike imported in 1989 and '90. Unfortunately Americans are obsessed with big compensatory engines so it didn't do terribly well at the time, although there's a nice cult following for it now. You can read more about CB-1's in general at the fabulous Unofficial CB-1 Homepage.

The CB-1's model name is CB400F; 10 years (or so) earlier this name originated on the CB400 Four. In my last place I played host to a beautiful example, although sadly it's not mine.

My bike is a 49-state model in really pretty impressive condition considering it's been on the track and laid down on both sides by at least 2 previous owners. Right now my only real pet peeve is that the previous owner shaved the seat with all the finesse of a Flo-Bee haircut. Along with routine mechanical maintenance and replacing the tires in these pictures with some actual round tires, I've made a few little cosmetic changes here and there such as putting on the shortie turn signal stalks you see in this picture. Future plans include finally deciding on a windscreen.

  • Here is a side-view of the bike -- this picture gives an exaggerated impression of the rake, but it was a beautiful day and I was feeling artsy so that's whatcha get.
  • This picture demonstrates how I've moved the tail-light under the seat cowl -- as you can see I scuffed it up against a former parking space wall first -- as well as the bike's solidarity with it's AFM 450 Production Class siblings.
  • No CB-1 in this picture, just me looking like a dork on the leaned-over Firebolt at the recent bike show.