The year is 2010. I ride my Dad's 1991 Honda ST1100 that he has graciously let me borrow while fresh out
of college to a youth group meeting. Upon entering the the meeting, I spot a beautiful girl
sitting at one of the tables. I boldly sit next to her and spark up a conversation.
She notices my riding gear and asks if I have a motorcycle? "Yes", I reply, and she states she
has always wanted to try riding one. I extend to her an open ended offer to allow her a ride
upon the Pillion seat on my bike. Time slides forward 3 days...
The phone rings! I answer. It's the girl! She would love to go for a ride. She
has never been on a motorcycle before so I verse her in proper passenger etiquette and
we are off. The April day in eastern Washington state is brisk, but we both have the
time of our life. We ride the ST1100 across the state and great times happen. She
falls in love with the motorcycle (and maybe me?).
Time slides 9 months. We are married. The next several years are filled with
motorcycle rides. ST1100, Harley, etc. We ride with friends and family. Our
family has Harleys so slowly the Harley is ridden more and the ST less (shame, I know).
Life happens. One day I go out to the garage and try to start the ST. Battery is dead.
Better fix that soon.
Time slides.
2019 approaches. My now wife and I have a renewed interest in motorcycles. We
purchase a KTM 1290 SAR. This throws gasoline on my love for motorcycles. The
fact we now have a KTM seems to necessitate improvement to my mechanical abilities.
We ride the SAR thousands of miles across the USA and love it. We purchase tools.
Lots of tools.
Covid happens. We cancel 5 motorcycle trips and instead do weekend rides. Time slides.
2021 show ups. My wife randomly falls in love again. With a BMW. Soon our garage has
an R1250GS. Middle age must have snuck up on us
As I drift to sleep at night, a tugging on my heart happens almost daily. The poor ST1100.
It was our first love. It relaxes in the corner of our garage, with its KTM and BMW sisters.
But its health is lacking.
I know what you are likely thinking? Have you drained the fuel? Is it properly configured
for storage? Are the carbs empty?
The answer to some of these questions is yes, but I would be lying to say it has been well
cared for. "At least it hasn't been in the weather" I tell myself to make myself sleep better.
But deep down I know I have failed it. My first love is hurting. If only I could make it right.
Father's day 2021 rolls around. My wife rotates towards me in her office chair. "What
would you like for Father's day" she asks? I sit, contemplating her question. "A restored,
running, and happy ST1100" I respond. She smiles, for it was her first love too. Previous
conversations have already established that it is a "Forever Bike", one which will not be sold
while we are alive.
"How can we make that happen?" she asks. I suggest a motorcycle lift is a good place to
start, as wrenching on the KTM/BMW have taught me a lesson about ergonomics. "Order one" she
says, smiling.
After my typical overly involved research, I order a Handy lift. Inner me is as excited
as 13 year old me was seeing a Yamaha Banshee for the first time.
Having completely rebuilt my Honda XR250R, I am not a complete newbie to motorcycle repair. I
have also frequently wrench on my other motorcycles. I start reading and researching for the
upcoming ST1100 rebuild. Almost every question I google points to st-owners.com. There
is some amazing information at this site. Knowing other people feel towards their ST1100
like I feel towards mine gives me hope.
I make a short list of things I know I will do:
- Make a thread on st-owners documenting my experience
- New Timing Belt
- New Radiator Hoses
- New Brakes lines (braided?)
- Carb Cleaning
- Carb Balancing (for the icing on top)
- New Tires
- New fluids
- New brake pads
- Paint? or clean the master cylinders
Look at that! I have already crossed an item off my todo list!
I would be honored if you followed me on the journey, and welcome constructive feedback
from those who have gone before.
Don't expect fast progress, as I go slow but attempt to do it right as best I can.
Barry
P.S. Here she sits, waiting for me:

of college to a youth group meeting. Upon entering the the meeting, I spot a beautiful girl
sitting at one of the tables. I boldly sit next to her and spark up a conversation.
She notices my riding gear and asks if I have a motorcycle? "Yes", I reply, and she states she
has always wanted to try riding one. I extend to her an open ended offer to allow her a ride
upon the Pillion seat on my bike. Time slides forward 3 days...
The phone rings! I answer. It's the girl! She would love to go for a ride. She
has never been on a motorcycle before so I verse her in proper passenger etiquette and
we are off. The April day in eastern Washington state is brisk, but we both have the
time of our life. We ride the ST1100 across the state and great times happen. She
falls in love with the motorcycle (and maybe me?).
Time slides 9 months. We are married. The next several years are filled with
motorcycle rides. ST1100, Harley, etc. We ride with friends and family. Our
family has Harleys so slowly the Harley is ridden more and the ST less (shame, I know).
Life happens. One day I go out to the garage and try to start the ST. Battery is dead.
Better fix that soon.
Time slides.
2019 approaches. My now wife and I have a renewed interest in motorcycles. We
purchase a KTM 1290 SAR. This throws gasoline on my love for motorcycles. The
fact we now have a KTM seems to necessitate improvement to my mechanical abilities.
We ride the SAR thousands of miles across the USA and love it. We purchase tools.
Lots of tools.
Covid happens. We cancel 5 motorcycle trips and instead do weekend rides. Time slides.
2021 show ups. My wife randomly falls in love again. With a BMW. Soon our garage has
an R1250GS. Middle age must have snuck up on us
As I drift to sleep at night, a tugging on my heart happens almost daily. The poor ST1100.
It was our first love. It relaxes in the corner of our garage, with its KTM and BMW sisters.
But its health is lacking.
I know what you are likely thinking? Have you drained the fuel? Is it properly configured
for storage? Are the carbs empty?
The answer to some of these questions is yes, but I would be lying to say it has been well
cared for. "At least it hasn't been in the weather" I tell myself to make myself sleep better.
But deep down I know I have failed it. My first love is hurting. If only I could make it right.
Father's day 2021 rolls around. My wife rotates towards me in her office chair. "What
would you like for Father's day" she asks? I sit, contemplating her question. "A restored,
running, and happy ST1100" I respond. She smiles, for it was her first love too. Previous
conversations have already established that it is a "Forever Bike", one which will not be sold
while we are alive.
"How can we make that happen?" she asks. I suggest a motorcycle lift is a good place to
start, as wrenching on the KTM/BMW have taught me a lesson about ergonomics. "Order one" she
says, smiling.
After my typical overly involved research, I order a Handy lift. Inner me is as excited
as 13 year old me was seeing a Yamaha Banshee for the first time.
Having completely rebuilt my Honda XR250R, I am not a complete newbie to motorcycle repair. I
have also frequently wrench on my other motorcycles. I start reading and researching for the
upcoming ST1100 rebuild. Almost every question I google points to st-owners.com. There
is some amazing information at this site. Knowing other people feel towards their ST1100
like I feel towards mine gives me hope.
I make a short list of things I know I will do:
- Make a thread on st-owners documenting my experience
- New Timing Belt
- New Radiator Hoses
- New Brakes lines (braided?)
- Carb Cleaning
- Carb Balancing (for the icing on top)
- New Tires
- New fluids
- New brake pads
- Paint? or clean the master cylinders
Look at that! I have already crossed an item off my todo list!
I would be honored if you followed me on the journey, and welcome constructive feedback
from those who have gone before.
Don't expect fast progress, as I go slow but attempt to do it right as best I can.
Barry
P.S. Here she sits, waiting for me:
