Jun's Garage

The bike, the bench,
the journey.

This is my corner of the world, one motorcycle, a wall of tools, and everything they've taught me. No reviews, no rankings. Just my hands, my mistakes, and the machine I keep coming back to.

One bike. Built by hand. Still learning.
Jun's 1978 Honda CB550 cafe racer in the garage

Kintsugi

1978 Honda CB550

The Current Build

1978 Honda CB550

1978, cafe-raced, by hand, over four winters

I bought her as a box of parts and a rolling frame. Everything you see, I touched. She's not the fastest thing in the lane, and that was never the point, she's the bike that taught me how to listen.

The CB550 build, detail shot

The numbers

Engine
544cc air-cooled inline-four, SOHC
Power
~45 hp at the crank (on a good day)
Dry weight
189 kg, lighter since the diet
Year
1978, older than me
Fuel
4× Keihin 22mm, freshly synced
Wheels
18" rear, single front disc, rebuilt

Mods done, by these two hands

  • Hand-stitched brown leather cafe seat
  • Clip-on bars + rearset controls
  • Pod filters & re-jetted carbs
  • Powder-coated frame in matte graphite
  • 4-into-1 stainless exhaust
  • LED headlight, mini bar-end mirrors

Maintenance Log

Everything she's been through

A real logbook, kept by hand. Every date, every reading, every lesson. The machine remembers what the rider forgets.

  1. ServiceMay 12, 202638,420 km

    Valve clearance check & carb sync

    Spring shakedown before the riding season. Intakes were a hair tight. Synced all four carbs by ear and gauge, idle finally settled into that even, breathing hum. Nothing beats it.

  2. ServiceMar 28, 202638,010 km

    New chain & sprockets

    Old chain had a tight spot I kept ignoring. Swapped the lot, dropped a tooth on the front for a lazier highway gait. Measure twice, torque once.

  3. RepairFeb 9, 202637,650 km

    Rear shock rebuild

    Found a weep on the left shock during a wash. Pulled both, rebuilt with fresh seals and 10wt oil. The road stopped shouting and started talking again.

  4. ModNov 22, 202536,900 km

    4-into-1 stainless exhaust

    Saved up all summer for this one. Tucked the header tight, re-jetted to match. She breathes deeper now, but the real win is the silence between the throttle blips.

  5. RepairSep 4, 202535,480 km

    Fork seals & fresh oil

    A wet patch on the slider told the whole story. New seals, new oil, careful with the dust caps. Front end feels honest under braking now.

  6. ModJun 15, 202534,100 km

    Pod filters & re-jet

    Pulled the airbox, fitted pods, went up two sizes on the mains. Took three test rides to dial in. Patience is its own kind of tuning.

  7. ModApr 2, 202533,200 km

    Hand-stitched cafe seat

    Spent two weekends on the pan and foam, one evening on the leather. My stitches are crooked in the corners. I will never replace it.

  8. ServiceJan 18, 202532,640 km

    Full fluid & filter service

    Mid-winter ritual in a cold garage with a space heater and a thermos. Oil, filter, plugs, points cleaned. The bike sleeps better for it. So do I.

The Journey

Memories worth the mileage

The moments that stuck. Some triumphant, some humbling. All of them logged somewhere a wrench can't reach.

The first cough of life
Spring 2022

The first cough of life

Four winters of work, and then one cold morning she fired on the third kick. I sat on the garage floor and just listened to her idle. Didn't ride that day. Didn't need to.

First real ride
Summer 2022

First real ride

Twenty kilometres of empty back road at dawn. Everything I had bolted on was suddenly underneath me, holding me up. I have never trusted anything more.

The breakdown that taught me
Autumn 2023

The breakdown that taught me

Stranded with a fouled plug, two hours from home, no signal. I cleaned it with a pocketknife and a prayer. She started. The mountain taught me to carry tools and humility.

First long tour
Summer 2024

First long tour

Eight hundred kilometres of coast over four days. Just me, the bike, and a tank bag. The journey stopped being about arriving somewhere a long time before the end.

A quiet night in the garage
Winter 2025

A quiet night in the garage

No project, no fix. Just a rag, some chrome polish, and the radio low. Some maintenance is for the machine. Some of it is for the rider.

Build Films

Hours in the garage, cut down to minutes

I film some of the work, partly to remember, partly because someone, somewhere, is staring at the same stubborn bolt I once was.

A bike is just metal until you understand the why.

The wrench is only half the story. The rest of it lives on the other page.