It's fiberglass, yes? I've read the alcohol and gasoline combo is bad for fiberglass tanks. Might be a good idea to use non-ethanol gasoline.
Here's a good-looking Bultaco. A Metralla.
This bike has a special history in motorcycling. It was featured in Bruce Brown's motorcycling documentary,
On Any Sunday. It and its rider, Fred Kolman, were in the ice-racing segment where they beat the fast French-Canadian, Yuvon Duhamel.
Yuvon's son, Miguel Duhamel was one of the great competitors. He is #4 in the number of AMA Superbike races he's won. Proof of his determination and desire to win: in 1999, at Daytona, he won the 600cc Supersport race. Then he won the Daytona 200.
While recovering from a badly-broken leg. He walked around the pits with the aid of a cane, and he had to be lifted on and off the bikes. 'Iron Man!'
Yuvon was a competitor who either won, crashed, or blew-up his ride. Now you see where Miguel got his determination to succeed on a bike. He surely did that. He also won the Daytona 200 four other times.
Next to Daytona International Raceway, towards the crowded Main Street direction, where thousands of Harley-Davidsons cruise on the sometimes warm and humid streets of Daytona Beach, there was a popular restaurant, a Mexican restaurant which was usually crowded with riders of all types: long-distance riders, their bikes bearing plates from other states, other countries. Racers and their families and friends, short track riders, enduro riders, roadracers who had dared to navigate the steep Turn One, putting them onto the banking, as they felt their weight bear-down on the suspension travel, until they got onto the infield, where the carbon-fibre Brittens ran-away from the Ducatis in the Battle of the Twins; and just tourists from all over the world, all with a love of internal-combustion between two wheels.
That Mexican restaurant, after the Daytona 200 that year, was serving a boisterous crowd of revelers, some speaking English, some speaking French, because Miguel Duhamel had won again, and he was celebrating with his family, including his father Yuvon, team members who were enjoying the tacos, burritos, and margaritas as fast as the waitresses could serve them.
Our group walked into the restaurant, tourists being tourists, and as we approached the pushed-together tables serving the Honda team, one of their group stood up and looked in our direction, it was Yuvom Duhamel. He smiled and stuck out his hand, and greeted the oldest guy in our group. They had often raced together, against one another going back decades. My friend was a Kawasaki dealer, and Yuvon and he were from the same part of North America, different countries separated by the width of Lake Ontario, Quebec and western NYS. My friend offered his congratulations to Miguel, who saw his father had left his seat to greet an old competitor, and a long-time friend. Miguel nodded his head in acknowledgment, and smiled. It was a good day for the team, and for his family.
We went to another table, and sat down, and did our best to eat everything we could, and enjoyed another trip to Daytona Beach. The weekend was soon to be Sunday, when we would head back to south Florida, and our friends would head back to New York State. Bikes brought us together. We saw the thrills of competition, the entertainment of thousands of bikes and their riders, and the warm salty ocean breezes of the Atlantic Ocean coastal road A1A. An excellent time, with great memories to compel us to make new ones, next Bike Week.
More friends' Bultacos.
A Pursang.
El Bandito.