Joe Gresh’s Tinfiny Toys

A recent road trip took us to New Mexico, and that meant a stop at Joe Gresh’s Tinfiny Ranch.   The word “ranch” has a nice ring to it, but Joe’s ranch is more of a cool toys repository than a place where cattle range freely (the toys more than make up for the missing cattle…the stories they hold are better than any Bonanza episode).

When walking up the hill from Joe’s home to his shop, you can’t miss his powder blue MGB GT.  The MG came with the property.  At one point Joe was going to get it running again and he started a resurrection blog series on it.  He’s now thinking he may sell it.  I’d like to see him finish this one for a lot of reasons, mostly centered around my belief that any British motor vehicle is inherently cool and there would be interesting blog content accompanying the effort.  Time will tell.   And so will we.

As you can see from the above photo, it was raining a bit when we visited.  The rain gave the MGB a nice look, a hint of what it would be if it was running again with the original paint buffed out.  The MG would be a cool resurrection project.  If you agree, leave a comment here on the blog.  I’m trying to start a “Keep the MG” movement.

Joe has a  bunch of equipment in his Tinfiny Ranch shop, including a sandblast cabinet, a drill press, all manner of hand and power tools, and a lathe.  “You can make anything with a lathe…you can even make another lathe,” Joe once said.   You can read more about that here.

The photo at the top of this blog is Zed, Joe’s original 900cc Kawasaki, and it is the first resurrection story Joe wrote for ExNotes.  In my opinion, this is the coolest bike on the planet.  I especially like the original paint.  The patina is priceless.

Joe had Zed’s carbs off the bike when we visited.  Zed needs Joe, and I think Joe needs Zed.  He’s talked about selling it; I hope he doesn’t.  If you agree, leave a comment here on the blog.  You know the drill.

Joe’s well worn Zed shop manual.

One of Joe’s more famous vintage bikes is Godzilla, a Yamaha 360 he rode on the Trans America Trail.   It’s a delightfully original machine with a lot of stories, a few of which have appeared here on ExNotes.

I wish Yamaha still made these bikes. I always wanted one, but I’ve never ridden one. Someday.

Joe is one of two guys I know with a Kawasaki KLR 250 (the other guy is also named Joe, but it’s not me).   Joe has a few stories about the KLR 250 here on ExNotes.

When I first met Joe on our CSC Motorcycles 5000-mile ride through the American Southwest (with our friends from China and Colombia), Joe told me he would really love to install the 250cc RX3 engine in his KLR 250.   Joe is thinking about selling his KLR.  I get it; I sold my KLR a few years ago.  But I regretted it.   KLRs are great bikes.

I have one of these decals on my motorcycle, too.

Incidentally, if you want to know more about the RX3 and our ride with the Chinese on it through the American Southwest, you might consider picking up a copy of 5000 Miles At 8000 RPM.

Here’s Joe’s mini-bike.   He’s owned this one a long time.

Joe’s famous Husky…with the engine out.  Joe is rebuilding the transmission on this motorcycle.  He’s blogged about it; watch ExNotes for future updates.  I know Joe will have it on the road again.

Joe’s Kawi 1100 hasn’t been started in a decade or two.  He’s thinking about getting it on the road again.  That will make for a bunch of great blogs.

Joe’s most recent acquisition is this stellar Yamaha RD 350.  Joe’s written about it here on ExNotes.

Joe explaining the RD’s merits to Susie.

Joe started the RD 350 for us.  It sounded great.

It was a good visit.  There’s a lot going on at Tinfiny Ranch (living off the grid stuff, concrete stories, tractors, implements, the water wars, vintage motorcycles, and more), and you can read about it here on ExNotes.  Stay tuned, my friends.


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Halcyon 450 Riding Footage

You will recall our recent post on the new Janus 450.  Those Janus boys are not sitting still….here’s some exciting footage of the new Janus feeling its oats in the great American Southwest:

This is definitely cool. I can’t wait to ride one. 360 lbs. That’s amazing.

Check out our earlier Janus posts here and here!


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Yoo-Hoo Fred weighs in!

In response to our Bikes Gone By blog last week, good buddy Yoo-Hoo Fred sent this note to us:

Hello Joe & Joe:

Enjoyed your Bikes Gone By piece as I do almost all of your blogs.

As suggested here’s a list of the vehicular transportation modes that have gone through my garage(s) over the years:

Motorcycles
Yamaha Mini-Enduro
Yamaha DT100
Yamaha DT125
Yamaha DT250
Honda XL250
Yamaha XT250
Yamaha Maxim 700
Yamaha XT350
Kawasaki Vulcan 700
Yamaha Seca II
Kawasaki Ninja 250
Ducati 900CR
Honda XR400
Yamaha PW50
Yamaha PW80
Honda XL70
Yamaha YZF750
Yamaha Virago 1100
Yamaha FZR600
Yamaha FZ1
Honda XR100
Yamaha R1
Yamaha FJR1300
Triumph Tiger 1050
Triumph Thruxton
Yamaha FZ6R
Triumph Speed Triple
Triumph Tiger 800
Yamaha DT250
Yamaha WR250

Cars
Datsun PL620 Pick-Up
Datsun 200SX (78)
Chevrolet Monte Carlo
Pontiac Sunbird (78)
Dodge Colt Levis Edition
Datsun B210 Wagon
Mazda B2000 Pick-Up
Datsun 200SX
Ford F-150 Pick-Up
Chevrolet S-10 4X4 LB
Dodge Colt Vista Van
Pontiac 6000 Wagon
Pontiac Fiero (84)
Pontiac Sunbird (92)
Pontiac Bonneville
Ford Ranger Splash
Ford Conversion Van
Lincoln Continental
Chevrolet Cavailer Z24
Jeep Cherokee
Chevrolet S-10 Lowrider
Chevrolet Astro Van
Honda Passport
Acura Legend
Ford Mustang
Nissan Frontier
Chevrolet Trailblazer
Honda Accord
Dodge Grand Caravan
Pontiac Grand Prix
Pontiac Sunfire
Nissan Xterra
Pontiac Fiero (85)
Chevrolet Cavalier (03)
Chevrolet Cavalier (98)
Chevrolet Camaro (97)
Chevrolet Silverado
Volkswagen Jetta
Chevrolet Cavalier (00)
Jeep Wrangler 4 Door X
Chevrolet Cruze
Chevrolet Camaro
Chevrolet Volt
Chevrolet Sonic
Mazda Miata
Jeep Wrangler (09)
Buick Tour X
Subaru CrossTrek

That includes some for spousal units and kids…..currently only have the Tiger 1050, Volt, and CrossTrek in the garage.

Except for the Fieros (!) each vehicle could store a sufficient amount of Yoo-Hoo.

I would send pictures of them all, but the Internet would break.

Fred, that’s a lot of cars and a lot of motorcycles.  Thanks for sending the photos and the note!


So, how about it, ExhaustNotes readers?  Do you have photos of your motorcycles that have gone down the road?  Please send them to us (info@exhaustnotes.us) and we’ll post them here on the blog!

Make Time

A double rainbow over the Sacramento Mountains.

The sun has already risen over the Sacramento Mountains. It’s 7:30 in the morning. High strung and coltish, the 500cc Husqvarna spins freely at a hair-trigger 5900 rpms. I shouldn’t be doing this. I have no time and way too many projects that are more important. Part of the problem is that we’ve moved house three times in the last couple of years. Everything we own is in cardboard boxes or blue plastic tubs. We seem to be homeless more than at home.

Ahead of me lies the north/south flat of the Tularosa Valley. On my right are dark, sun shadowed foothills and each rising mountain range to the east grows lighter in color until the last and final one, Sierra Blanca, cuts an almost imperceptible line across the sky. Or is that actually the sky?

Every time we move into a rental place the damn thing sells out from under us. It’s happened twice by the same annoying real estate agent. It’s like she’s stalking us, waiting to pounce only after we settle in and start to unpack the 1000-count bed sheets and the good dinnerware. When we finally realized that this one particular Devil Agent was devoting all her waking hours to selling any house we moved into we caved and bought a cheap wreck of a place high in the hills overlooking the Tularosa Valley.

When I say wreck of a place I really mean it. The place was a shambles. Our first plan was to burn the joint down but that turned out to be more trouble than fixing it. Our remodel schedule has sped up due to Devil-Agent and it’s been 24-7 for the better part of a month. You wouldn’t think 500 square feet could absorb so much remodeling. I was cussing a blue streak and throwing expensive tools when my wife told me I had to go on a ride. “You’re no good to me like this. Get out.”

The air is crisp and cool through Corona and I swing onto Highway 3 to cut the Vaughn corner. I’m heading towards Santa Fe to see the Motorado vintage bike show. It’s an annual event open to all motorcycle brands and free to the public.

Look for Godzilla at this year’s Motorado. It’ll be the rattiest RT1B Yamaha in the parking lot.

Highway 3 intersects Highway 285, a four-laner, where I turn left and wick the Husky up to 73 mph. Right in the strongest part of the powerband, the slightest throttle movement causes the motorcycle to leap forward. A lightweight, powerful motorcycle ripping down the road: I’d be lying if I said I felt the least bit guilty about leaving my wife with a dripping paint brush in her hand.

Pulling into the parking lot at Motorado is beautiful. Old motorcycles are everywhere. I tippy-toe the Husqvarna under a tree and run my cable lock through my jacket sleeve and helmet chin bar before attaching it to the luggage rack. I wander worry-free, man.

A Sprite GT.
A magnificent Ossa.

There are Maicos and Montesas, Yamahas and Suzukis. As usual at these shows I see at least one bike I’ve never heard of, a British/Husqvarna mash up called a Sprite GT. A sweet ’75 RD350 rests in the far southwest corner. Very cool. The turn out is good, maybe 75 vintage bikes and the crowd is impressive. I’ve got to ride Godzilla up here next year. Time to go.

Traveling south through Moriarty the temperature rises into the 100’s. Damn it’s hot. Approaching the 300-mile mark my living arrangements and chore list melt away as the Husky’s narrow seat becomes the epicenter of my world. Shifting my butt from side to side, it takes all the will I have to keep riding.

Four hundred miles on a Husqvarna SMR510 is like 2000 miles in Indian Chief years. I’m tired and sore but it hurts so good. You know, there are many good reasons to blow off a ride: it’s all too easy to cop out and fix the faucet or build that pump house. If it’s not chores it’s work or family commitments. If you get too busy you’ll soon forget that you enjoy the simple act of riding a motorcycle. Don’t let that happen. Get out there and make some time before all of yours runs out.