At one time I owned a 1973 BMW R75/5 motorcycle. I traded 1300 dollars and a 1957 small-window VW van for the BMW. The good points about the bike were the suspension and the weight. For a 750cc the bike was lightweight and the thing had plenty of fork travel so it worked pretty good off road. The bad part was the charging system. I never could get the damn thing to electric start due to the battery being low. At the time I tried everything I knew to fix it but the little red discharge light was on constantly.
But this story isn’t about the BMW because I soon lost my driver’s license by wheeling and speeding around Florida on the German motorcycle. (It would do 110 MPH!) Maybe that’s the root of my animosity towards the brand. It had a bizarre ignition key to boot.
A year or two earlier Florida had changed the description of a moped and you no longer needed a driver’s license to operate one. I still had to travel 10 miles to my job at the JC Penny auto store so my mom drove me to the Garelli dealer on 49th street and I picked up their loss leader, Plain Jane Garelli moped for 399 dollars.
With no speedo and painted fenders the red Garelli was a study in thrift. It got 80 miles to a pre-mix gallon flat out at 30 miles per hour. Helmets weren’t required on a moped so I didn’t wear one. I wore a ball cap turned backwards.
My route to work changed to avoid busy roads. I crossed railroad trestles and scrambled behind Hialeah Speedway cutting across parking lots and running down alleys being chased by the exact same dog each day. The ride to work became an adventure and I learned to wheelie the Garelli for long distances. The moped’s lights were not exactly powerful but they always worked and the ride home at night kept the thrill going.
In the rearmost section of the luggage rack was a tin box containing the Garelli’s tool kit. The tool set was a spark plug socket and a couple wrenches of the cheapest thin steel so I used a letter punch to stamp ‘Snap-On” into the factory tools. This got huge laughs whenever I dragged the kit out to do what little maintenance the Garelli needed.
I rode the Garelli for three months and even after my license was reinstated I kept riding the moped for a while to save my driver’s license for a big cross-country trip my buddies and me had planned. I finally sold the bike for 300 dollars to an old man who could barely pedal the thing fast enough to get it started.
I hope to be that old man some day.
That’s not my moped in the photo but it looked exactly alike. It was a pretty red bauble when it was clean and waxed.
I had a buddy who had a pedal start moped. Don’t know if it was a Garelli. At 11 years of age I thought that moped was a full size motorcycle. It was cool. My buddy eventually replaced it with a Honda 50 Scrambler, then a 500 two-stroke Jawa thumper, and finally a Honda 500-4 in a metallic orange.
very cool memory. Reminds me of some of my bike travels, and license ‘problems’. Can’t say I ever rode a wheelie on a moped though. I went to FL for a few years, school and a change of environment. Sold my bike in NY, picked up a two stroke Suzuki Titan 500 in Fl as soon as I could pay for it. Also a Honda c70 for trips to the beach in tourist season. Police treated it like a moped, so I could ride it on the side of the stacked up cars, cutting my time to 1/3. Safer too, than sitting in the traffic with my 500 heating up. Girlfriend had an Indian moped (4 stroke), I helped her get and learn to ride another c70. Simpler times.