Dad's yamaha - fix or sell? Upstate NY

[tri again]

Dad's 82 years old and loves his trike.
but the tires are rotted so he either wants to fix it or
sell it cheap to a good home. and buy something else.

Might need a pull start, unless he fixed it and tires, of course.


(Lots of logging roads to ride on)

He's near lake George btw
Should this be in the open forum?

This is NOT a picture of his trike.

[jb2wheels]

Family history = fix

[Chazz of Blades]

Seconded. Fix the trike. That is his trike, there are many like it but that one is his.



Also, I see that you need to check your Bacon levels, looks like you are low. And the compression for the lettuce may be low.

[dougspcs]

I got a 3HP Evinrude outboard given to me that was my great-grandfathers..it has kicked it's way down thru the years in the back of granddad's then dad's garage!! I got it given to me by my dad and am in mid-restore. Wont part with it ever..

Give you kids, grandkids a piece of something your dad loved and they will think it's the most incredible thing that anyone ever gave them..I do!

3rd, motion carried!!

[NOSBIGSHOT]

When you get the 3 HP back together, run it in a plastic trash can inside your kitchen (I did it in the winter)...tell me what you think ... the kids will love it !!!

[dougspcs]

My wife would shlt a brick..but your right my kids would think it was hilarious!!

[tri again]

yupp, I see whatchoo all mean.
I'll talk him into some new tires.
or just ship some out to him.

He said it runs great and I'm sure he misses it.
Could prob use someone to ride, hunt or go fishin with too, if anyone's near there.
Then again, off roaders then to run into each other.

I have a matched set of 110 trikes, an 87 br and 85 sx, all orig owner machines that are buried in the barn
as future barn finds, all in perfect shape.

The ones we ride are splattered around with a few outside every door
so no matter which door you walk out, there's something to jump on and GO!

Whoever gets to snoop around this place after I'm gone will have a great time.

aaahhhh, the comfort in engineering my own cosmic demise.