StolenS4

There is a story behind every bike I own 12/2025

Warning, 17mile story ahead.

Long long ago when I was building the 888LTD for Wally, there was a need for a set of 5spoke Marchesini wheels which many know are impossible to find for the 851/888 platform. My solution at the time was to find an S4 and buy it for the wheels which we did. I found a decent bike in upstate NY and drove out and paid cash for it (well, wally paid cash for it). The bike was your base model Monster S4, all stock, red, a good bike.

After stealing the wheels I was left wondering what fun could be had with a monster when left to my own devices and I think we found the way. I sourced a set of Sport classic wire wheels and a handful of other bits and started to goto work on the bike. The first thing to do was to paint the red away which I did with BMW's laguna sec blue (the same color as my race bikes at the time), then was the wheel swap, slipper clutch, power commander, clip ons and a saw to the exhaust.

The result was awesome: A loud, fun little run around with a decent amount of power. One of the biggest challanges was getting the gold line brakes to clear the spokes on the wire wheels (remember Ducati's solution to this was to use smaller, less brakes which I was having none of). My solution was to mill down the calipers until they cleared, the risk was blowing into the backs of the calipers and making a mess of my mill (this never happened luckly!)

Here was the bike in 2008 when it was in my possession still

Here you can see my mill work on the calipers to get them to clear the spokes. I know, Im nuts!

At the time I lived with a very close friend who I trusted and who didn't have a bike. I offered the bike to him to use and was foolish enough to give him the title and let him register the bike, which he did. A time later he and I had a big falling out where I offered for him to keep the bike, only to be told "Fuck you and your bike, I don't want it". A few weeks later he moved out and the bike left with him which surprised me, after all "fuck me and my bike" right? Well, I tried for 6 or 7 years to get the bike back and was repeatedly told I could buy the bike back which I refused to do.

Time went on and the guy sold or gave the bike to a fellow, who sold or gave the bike to another fellow. Rumors of the bike being for sale floated around and I even tossed a number out there for the bike but it was far too high for what I knew the bike was worth, so I passed. My friend Rocket got a call from the guy who had the bike and was offered the thing at more than half what I was offered it (this happens to me a lot) and Rocket called me to get the bike. I was so pissed about the number that I told him to shove it (so that he would tell the guy who had it to shove it) and that was the end of it. So I thought.

So there I was, a week before Christmas 12/2025

Working around the house, doing shit. Im talking to my wife and I hear this noise, a noise that is hard not to recognize, and my wife's smile which is a "I got you" smile. I start laughing and walk out to find Rocket in the driveway, sitting on the S4 in 20degree wheather freezing his ass off but cracking up! She had bought me the bike! Her words were: "Now the collection is all back together". My wife is the shit but little did she know that this move was going to cost me a ton of cash!