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After earning its keep as a hard working southern Idaho farm bike, this tough little scrapper still starts on first kick, thumbing its handlebars at retirement. Its rubber actuated springer front end ain't too shabby either. |
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The CB 450 was the Japanese tentatively sniffing the collective air, testing the water for larger displacement categories. Brushing off heavy initial criticism for their styling, their mettle and their metal have endured the test of time, emerging as one of the most sought after early Japanese classics. Like Athena springing full grown from Zeus' head, this classic brought its A game straight out of the gate. Making no apologies, thumbing its nose at restoration, it's in it for the long haul. |
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How do you spell patina? We spell it C U B. This little Meow Mix is small in scale but big on styling. Designed to look like its bigger feline brothers, this hep cat was Triumph's answer for the small displacement low cost category. Not one to name drop from Hollywood's A list of nip and tuckers, this particular Cub is proud to retain a large percentage of original factory equipment, including a tachometer. |
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