This month marks the tenth anniversary of the V4 Dreams website. It's been a rewarding ride, and I'd like to mark the occasion with a little background and a few thank you's.
Maintaining a website is a commitment, and I chose a V4-centric site for a few reasons. I'd been working on VFRs since 2007 after returning from a working gig in Hawaii, finding Project 1 in suburban Milwaukee, Wisconsin. As I slowly gained knowledge and experience with these fabulous bikes, I sought to share that knowledge and VFR information in general with whomever cared to listen, without the distractions of ads and forum trolls.
I also like to write and photograph, thanks to my pro photographer Dad, and hoped the site would be something of an outlet for those interests, which it has. I originally approached this commitment month-to-month, eventually envisioning a vague goal of ten years, the month when I would turn 74 years of age. That month has arrived.
I'm very fortunate to still be riding, though now climbing off a sport bike after a few hours in the saddle sometimes…well, always...elicits an involuntary groan due to my stiffening joints. After completing 42 project bikes and a few more that didn't get the "project" moniker, I've decided to step back from the full-bike refurbishment process. Throughout my working life, I've been careful to not allow my work or hobbies to define me, as you risk psychologically loosing that raison d'être when those things inevitably come to an end. On to the next thing.
As I slowly divest myself of the many VFR parts and pieces carefully collected (hoarded) over the years, I only hope they will live on with another generation of VFR-isti. I began motorcycling in 1971 in Morocco, as a young Marine on a shiny new green Honda CB500-4. I will keep my 1993 VFR, for the time being, for when I wish to be reminded of those halcyon days and the thousands of miles that followed.
Over these past ten years I've remarried (my very understanding Patti), rode together all over the eastern U.S., married off a step-son, lost my mother, then Dad, then my old riding buddy, Butch, but gained two beautiful granddaughters. I've been blessed with great health and a truly welcoming new family. On balance, it's been a good decade with no regrets and a steady flow of Interceptors in the shop.
On this ten-year anniversary, I would be remiss if I didn't mention a never anticipated, but important, benefit of the V4 Dreams website — the people I've met, virtually and in person. There's Paul, Ken, Joe, Nils, Baz, Captain 80s, Eric, Bill, Steve, Dr. Jim, Martin, Marty, Robert, Jeff, Michael, Brett, Don, Sean, Boon, Mark, Danila, Roger, Matt, Mathew, Jacek, Scott, Andrew, Dean, Gary, Ron, Ian, Alistair, Josh, Jeff, Howard, Squirrelman, Trevor, Roy, Amy, Randy, Tony, Amber, Doug, Jethro, Jordan, Giles, Rich, Devon, Rex, Bevo, Tim, Chris, Mark, Drew, Tyler, Brian, Justin, Ben, Daniel, Curt…and many, many more. All great people, all great to work with. I appreciate all your support and hope I've helped out at least a little.
I have no concrete plans for the future of this site, though I will maintain and contribute to it for the foreseeable future in the hope that it provides interest and help for whomever seeks it. Thanks for the memories and I expect many more ahead.
Ride your dream, stay safe,
Joe
I also like to write and photograph, thanks to my pro photographer Dad, and hoped the site would be something of an outlet for those interests, which it has. I originally approached this commitment month-to-month, eventually envisioning a vague goal of ten years, the month when I would turn 74 years of age. That month has arrived.
I'm very fortunate to still be riding, though now climbing off a sport bike after a few hours in the saddle sometimes…well, always...elicits an involuntary groan due to my stiffening joints. After completing 42 project bikes and a few more that didn't get the "project" moniker, I've decided to step back from the full-bike refurbishment process. Throughout my working life, I've been careful to not allow my work or hobbies to define me, as you risk psychologically loosing that raison d'être when those things inevitably come to an end. On to the next thing.
As I slowly divest myself of the many VFR parts and pieces carefully collected (hoarded) over the years, I only hope they will live on with another generation of VFR-isti. I began motorcycling in 1971 in Morocco, as a young Marine on a shiny new green Honda CB500-4. I will keep my 1993 VFR, for the time being, for when I wish to be reminded of those halcyon days and the thousands of miles that followed.
Over these past ten years I've remarried (my very understanding Patti), rode together all over the eastern U.S., married off a step-son, lost my mother, then Dad, then my old riding buddy, Butch, but gained two beautiful granddaughters. I've been blessed with great health and a truly welcoming new family. On balance, it's been a good decade with no regrets and a steady flow of Interceptors in the shop.
On this ten-year anniversary, I would be remiss if I didn't mention a never anticipated, but important, benefit of the V4 Dreams website — the people I've met, virtually and in person. There's Paul, Ken, Joe, Nils, Baz, Captain 80s, Eric, Bill, Steve, Dr. Jim, Martin, Marty, Robert, Jeff, Michael, Brett, Don, Sean, Boon, Mark, Danila, Roger, Matt, Mathew, Jacek, Scott, Andrew, Dean, Gary, Ron, Ian, Alistair, Josh, Jeff, Howard, Squirrelman, Trevor, Roy, Amy, Randy, Tony, Amber, Doug, Jethro, Jordan, Giles, Rich, Devon, Rex, Bevo, Tim, Chris, Mark, Drew, Tyler, Brian, Justin, Ben, Daniel, Curt…and many, many more. All great people, all great to work with. I appreciate all your support and hope I've helped out at least a little.
I have no concrete plans for the future of this site, though I will maintain and contribute to it for the foreseeable future in the hope that it provides interest and help for whomever seeks it. Thanks for the memories and I expect many more ahead.
Ride your dream, stay safe,
Joe
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