Thirty years ago this summer...
I disassembled my 1977 LeMans in the little space behind my house in Baltimore. The engine and gear box were lugged down into the basement. I replaced a bunch of seals, rebuilt the clutch, and installed the factory "racing" B-10 camshaft.
A friend from work sprayed the frame, tank, fenders, and side-covers with red Imron paint - super-toxic and super-durable. She still looks good all these years later.
On a warm evening in June, all the parts were re-assembled in the backyard. About halfway through, I thought to record the process with a cheap polaroid camera. The results languished in a shoe-box (what else?) for many years, until I scanned the disintegrating images into digital eternity.
The other memory is of that first test-ride of my newly recreated motorcycle. I stopped at a gas station in Pikesville to refuel and the the bike starter refused to function. A blown fuse was discovered and ultimately traced to the small harness running to the stop/tail light. In rush to finish and ride, I had never secured the strand of wires. The rear tire made short work of the insulation and as soon as the brake switch went on - poof- out went the fuse. The started circuit was wired through this same fuse .(Hey, there are only five fuses total on the whole bike.)