1983 ATC 250R -- not for children or millenials (mostly)
We grew up across the creek from Augusta National on an 85 acre tract. Right across from the walk-in gate on Berkman's road lived a man who dealt in horticultural combustibles. In 1984 for $1500 he sold my brother a 1983 250R which we rode a mile or so on the street back to our track. Me, i'm the younger brother. I had a Suzuki ALT 125D. Which was an underrated and amazing trike. My best friend acquired a first gen 200s. It was 1984. Regan was in office. Mad Max, Blade Runner, and Terminator were the movies. Karate Theater was on USA on Sundays. We played Magnavox Odyssey. Atari was for D-bags. We listened to U2, the Police, and David Bowie. We rode all day on our track. Sand hills. Huge berms. Mud bogs. We rode at night. We rode in the morning. We rode whenever we felt like it. We had whoops. We had huge jumps. And occasionally we'd ride down Rae's creek on our trikes up to Amen Corner. I don't need you to believe me. Google Maps it. You'll figure it out. We lived a platonic moto heaven. It was another time. Any how, we got the itch last year to find a minty 250r. 50 years old is hard to believe. And on Craigslist in California, we matched our childhood machine. That is, we found something better. (we also found a 300R that we bought back too, be on the lookout for that beast). Anyway, we made a friend in San Diego. He purchased this trike and a 200S for his wife in 1983. I have the Bill of Sale and the User Manual. As a matter of course, they come with. The wife and my friend, they would drive down to Glamis and hang out. But here's the thing: she left him and took the 200s. And in 1989 he put this beauty in storage in San Diego and there it stayed until 2019 when he decided to move home to the heartland. California had grown too much for him. No one blames him for leaving. And when i say it stayed: it stayed. Sleeping. Quiet. Beauty was not moved for 30 years. Stasis. No humidity. No light. We shipped it from San Diego to Augusta. The beauty arrived during the golf tournament. Tiger won. So did we. We filled it with pre-mix and with 3 kicks and the choke on the ATC roared back to life. HONDA. WTH, how the Japanese lost the war I'll never know. Must be 'Merica. So we spent the entire summer, fall, winter and most of the COVID spring riding this jewel. But here's the rub. She needs climate control. Maybe a museum. Heck, the tires still have the chalk lines that a "worker" put on them in Japan, in 1983. Contemplate this deeply. She needs more love than we can give. We've loved her well; you love her better. Third owner needs to be the charm. This trike is not for the faint of heart. There is a duty of care attached to owning this Japanese Beauty. We won't see the like of her again. Plus my wife says I can't buy a KTM Adventure 790R until the berth is open. In sum, my ATC loving brethren, this may well be the best example of a stock 1983 250r you'll ever find, even with a lifetime of searching. This trike is UNMOLESTED. But for the grips and the air filter, we believe the ATC is all original parts. Even the tool kit is intact. Given: The rear Fender was repaired by the original owner; the front fender had a crack on arrival. We patched it; the headlight guard is slightly bent; the rims have some grinding on them. The fenders have the requisite scratches from use. The tires are 37 years old but are in remarkable shape given their age. The shock boots are original and intact. We cleared the brake lines and they work. The rear shock is ready for action from the back section. The carb performs well and is due for a cleaning. Replaced all the bulbs in case you want to ride with Sasquatch. Here's the legalese. This is a 37 year old machine. It grows older every minute. Every second. Given the foregoing, the ATC is sold AS IS. There are no returns. We've attempted to describe the ATC accurately but we are fallible like all creatures. If you have any questions send them prior to buying and we will attempt to answer. Study the pictures. WYSIWYG. Be well.