In one winter.
The Next Winter
'81 XV920 Chain Drive . . . Rigid, foot
clutch, under the leg hand shift, 45° Rake.
Not For the faint ov heart . . . SCHOOL'S OUT FOREVER . . .
School is in, muchacho's . . .
I have always said . . . " I've never built an easy rider "
Fork Tubes are
10" (ten inch) over, with the length from the axle to the
triple tree stock and the 10" over going through the top
triple tree to become the rise of the handle bar utilizing
clip on's to complete the handle bars. Unique, and original
design and style by the original Doctor Virago.
the triple tree
Ford tractor seat chopped to width
hi/low beam switches under seat.
List ov Mods - 1981 XV920
- Tank - New old stock, wet
sand from 400gr to 200gr, then Buffed.
- Fenders -front stock - Rear,
two butt welded
- Fuse Box - moved form lower
triple tree to rt side on frame
- Triple Tree
- Sissy/Grab rail - altered
and used as fender support.
- Headlight bucket and lense.
82 XV920 Forks, and single
brake disc and caliper.
Curly Zed Bars - Totally
rebuilt from a the set I had in early '80's
custom forward controls . . .
Foot Clutch . . . under the
leg jockey shift
More to list - coming soon
Need to get a hold ov me ???
doc @at@ doctor-virago dot com
The Power ov Equivalence
As of late I have been moved emotionally. It is directly
concerning the build of my XV920. It has approached me
slowly, and unnoticeably head on, directly staring me in my
face. This build is the most important hands on physical,
task that I have ever attempted. It is more powerful than
the homes I have renovated, cars that I have worked on, save
the first, and EVEN comparing it to the ZR1 Corvette that I
fabricated and installed a Fixed four point roll cage, with
a removable fifth point, that was inspected and passed for
racing by some Body that does that. Comparing it to the
chassis and roll cage that I built for a 1928 Mercedes kit
car, That the guy was putting in a Blown V6 and XKE Jag rear
end. Comparing it to the tubular A-Frame suspension That I
fabricated for a 1950 ford panel van, and installed once the
dropped forged I-beam front end was removed.
It started the other night, I was lookin' at the XV920 swing
arm, and how I had it mate to the backbone and drop frame,
that it was parallel. I was looking at the factory
construction, the design, the things that nobody sees
because there is so much body parts in the way. I was
looking at the history of this work of art, the work of art
that it was before I touched it. And I started to become
overwhelmed with the scope of all that it means to me. And
tonight I got a further, glimpse, or rather view that I have
of it all. And that part is the, what it means to me and how
it relates to the things that I have done in my life.
I started to see the Equivalence to all of the above, from
the first starter and clutch I installed in my first car
(1970) and before that the tyranny that I fixed in my first
bike when I was 14 years old. I compared this all, as if I
was now 18 years old in 1974. Today I am working on an Off
Shore Motorcycle that is 32 years old. If it was back when I
was 18, in 1974, the equivalent motorcycle could have been a
1942 BSA, or Triumph. Back in those days that would have
been the coolest . . . for me.
But it is today and I am working on that motorcycle . . .
and it is the coolest for me. And I was down in my workshop
last night and a neighbour kid came by, and he was wowed by
Shamya Twain, the Copper Chopper, and after he listened to
the things that I had to say about my build, he didn't even
take a breath and told me about his plans to fix a car so
that it is ready in two years when he is 16. And I waited
til tonight, as I didn't want to burst his bubble last
night, and I went to his door, and asked him If I could
explain to him, the beauty, of not taking the first rust
bucket that comes along for free, but looking for a dream,
and working towards the purchase of it, and then building a
dream of his own. A dream that he can embrace for his entire
I came home today, and sat with my future ride, my future
bride, coffee in hand . . .
. . . and contemplated The Power of Equivalence
We don't just build and ride motorcycles . . . we
build and ride our dreams.