03/30/2026
Bultakenstein is dead. The rebuilt Frontera motor has been sold and shipped to its new owner.
Back in February, I was struggling to justify the cost of a new exhaust system (at LEAST $700 or more to do correctly), which led to a lengthy discussion with my wife. She said, “you don’t seem to be having fun with it. If you don’t want to finish it, don’t feel as though you need to see it through out of obligation.” Wise woman.
The Bride—that was 100% fun. It was a silly lark that came together fairly quickly, and I enjoyed every minute of it. In contrast, the Bultaco has always been A Most Serious Thing. It was supposed to be my magnum opus, my moto-destiny. To be a success, it would have to be scintillating to ride, stunningly engineered, and as beautifully finished as a museum exhibit. But the quality of everything I did along the way always ended up a small measure below my fantasy expectations.
Screw that.
When I listed the engine on Ebay, I half expected to feel all—"Aah, so sad I never got to complete my bucket list item!" But you know what? I'm really not. I am kind of relieved to have it gone. The only reason to keep going was so that I could eventually say that I finally owned the badass Bultaco I'd dreamt of as a 29-year-old. At this stage of life, that long-gone version of myself doesn't get to dictate my choices. I no longer WANT a loud, raucous, open-class two-stroke street bike. Assuming that I built it and went through the hassles of titling, licensing, and tuning it, I wouldn't be able to enjoy riding it much due to my arthritic right wrist.
Leaving it behind at the FedEx counter felt sorta like a Viking funeral.
- Pete