Heck, I got bitten when I was essentially handed one by my brother in law who took a brandy new one as security for a loan, the borrower hadn't ever registered it yet and disappeard. My BIL didn't want it so he gave it to me of $100. I found an old rusty rear bumper mount rack which the bike tires fit in and welded on a some extra angle iron so I could afix it to my VW beattle which had a curved rear bumper. I drilled a hole in the CT90 cargo rack. The took a piece of pipe about 3 feet long from an old kids swing set, drilled a hole in either end after I flattened the ends with a hammer and then put a long bolt thru the holes and tighten a nut and lock washer on them.

Then I afixed an angled piece of metal to the VW below the rear window off the the side a bit at about the height of the CT90 cargo rack when it sat in the tire pockets of the bumper rack.

Then I took the pipe with bolts and put the bolts thru the cargo rack hole and the hole in angled bracket on the VW and then put a big honking wing nuts on the bolt.

The CT90 was then sitting perfectly upright and solidly secured for travel, very ridged with no ropes except for two small ones I used to keep the tires from rising in the pockets. The only issue, which was minor, was that if I had no other weight in the VW other than me the front end got a little squirrely in a cross-wind, something that the VW beattle was prone to do without any rear mounted cantilevered assistance.

The CT90 outlasted 3 brand new VW bugs and brand new VW bus that died at 99,450 miles when the floor rusted and the sliding door fell off on the highway. Vehicle rust was a huge issue back then here in the Northeast. The VW beatles all were pieces of junk at 40,000 to 45,000 miles. Way too prone to rust issues in the heating cooling areas so the engines would overheat while I froze.

I took the CT90 everywhere and road it a lot. I never got hurt except once when I had a bit too much too drink at my brother wedding rehearsal party. It was out at my folks lake house which had some tricky turns in the many dirt road with lots of forks to get there. I road out to the most confusing turn to wait for some guests. After they got there and I'd sent them down the correct road I took off through the woods to go a straight line back to the lake. I was screaming down this hill with lots of trees and tried to go between two small oak trees which were very close together but leaning out away from each other. The handle bars made it but the shift, brake and foot pegs hung up and stopped the bike instantly. I plastered my manhood all over the handle bars and bloodied my nose on the front tire.

It took 3 weeks of searching for the "right" oldtimer who knew how to use gas torches to heat and bend (without breaking) all the parts which resided about 2 to 3 inches rearward from where they belonged. The bike shops I went to all got out their 10 foot poles and said essentially the same thing "If we touch it we'll probably break it, they are pretty far gone." The funny thing was back then there weren't very many used parts which sort of makes sence.

I had the bug always but not the time to endulge it ever since. The one I just got was sitting in a barn for about 40 years and had 1300 miles on it from somebody riding it 2 years ago. The only rust was a small half inch spot on the underside of the black iron front foot peg bracket. I'd seen a picture of it and when I went to pick it up I could hardly contain myself and was afraid my giddiness was going to cause the guy to raise the price.

They say you can't go "home" in a manner of speaking, but it was and is everything (the crappy little high/low lever excepted) that I remembered about what I had. I don't even mind that it has the easily bottoming leading link front suspension.