In owner Casey Him’s words – ’67 350 widecase scrambler motor (non desmo) and frame, stock motor, frame delugged and rear loop pulled in. Yamaha R5b forks up front and 13” shrouded shocks from a BSA out back. Akront rims (21” and 18”) laced to Ducati hub in rear and Yamaha 175 hub up front. Mystery tires that I sanded all the lettering off of. Battery is tiny, coil is from a Yamaha. The giant handlebars are from the ‘60s. Seat is a chopper pillion pad and the gas tank is a narrowed Yamaha tank with Italian petcocks. Megaphone is short, thick and loud.

I’ve had this bike for a long time, like 10 or 12 years. It was given to me as a seized motor and bare frame by my friend and hero Toby. As a greasy teenager, I idolized Toby. The dude had it all, purple hair, a tattered leather jacket, a girlfriend who looked as good as Betty Paige and rode an equally gorgeous Triumph and thirteen motorcycles in his tiny garage. The bike went predictably in a cafe direction for many years, but at a hair over 6ft, hunching over clubmans and short suspension, I made the bike look tiny. So a few years ago, I tore it apart and went the opposite direction, up. When all was said and done, I ended up with this crazy-ass moto-crosser-looking thing. Needs the top end rebuilt, but once it’s on the road again. You’ll know, cause you’ll hear it comin’ from across town.

via The One Moto