• 2 Stroke Husqvarna Motorcycles Made In Italy - About 1989 to 2014
    WR = 2st Enduro & CR = 2st Cross

  • Hi everyone,

    As you all know, Coffee (Dean) passed away a couple of years ago. I am Dean's ex-wife's husband and happen to have spent my career in tech. Over the years, I occasionally helped Dean with various tech issues.

    When he passed, I worked with his kids to gather the necessary credentials to keep this site running. Since then (and for however long they worked with Coffee), Woodschick and Dirtdame have been maintaining the site and covering the costs. Without their hard work and financial support, CafeHusky would have been lost.

    Over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been working to migrate the site to a free cloud compute instance so that Woodschick and Dirtdame no longer have to fund it. At the same time, I’ve updated the site to a current version of XenForo (the discussion software it runs on). The previous version was outdated and no longer supported.

    Unfortunately, the new software version doesn’t support importing the old site’s styles, so for now, you’ll see the XenForo default style. This may change over time.

    Coffee didn’t document the work he did on the site, so I’ve been digging through the old setup to understand how everything was running. There may still be things I’ve missed. One known issue is that email functionality is not yet working on the new site, but I hope to resolve this over time.

    Thanks for your patience and support!

125-200cc That Moment When it Hits You...

Clutch250f

Husqvarna
B Class
So there I was cleaning out the garage so I can fit all three of my bikes in it. All my wr's the husky, and both the Yamahas sat there demanding to get out, telling me we had to go out one more time. Sadly I couldn't, I could only grit the teeth and move boxes, throw stuff away. Had to be done, had to fit them all in. Finally got all the boxes and junk out of the way, laid down the cardboard. Husky is first up, carb pulled and drained, pushed and lifted into place. The first WR carb pulled and cleaned put up on the stand into place the final WR put up onto the stand. All of them staring like a puppy wanting its treat. They all wanted to get out and run. I couldn't. For I was having to leave for a year, for a call that was sent down.

So yeah figured I'd say that yes I am leaving for that great sandbox in the middle east and I had to put my bikes up in the garage till I return. It is rather depressing knowing you can't ride for a full year. Not being able to smell that premix from the 125 or hear those killer bees and I try to chance my dad down, only to be roosted and left in the dust.. Or to throw my heavy pig of a WR250f around getting weird looks as it's yellow and not blue. The aggravation of the cold start, or just trying to find what you did with that 8mm socket. Those things that you thought you didn't like about the sport but when you know you'll not be able to experience them for a long period of time is killer. Although prior to it being able to spend the time with your dad and rebuild a 2012 WR125 adding in all those cool parts to make it better. Made a ripping machine on the track. So they are all sitting in storage waiting for me to come back and really rip up some trails. So to the folks here! Here's to a good year of riding for you guys, be safe see you all in a year!
 

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Thank you for your service. We're proud of you, your country is proud of you. Your bikes will be that much sweeter upon your return. Cheers.:cheers:
 
So there I was cleaning out the garage so I can fit all three of my bikes in it. All my wr's the husky, and both the Yamahas sat there demanding to get out, telling me we had to go out one more time. Sadly I couldn't, I could only grit the teeth and move boxes, throw stuff away. Had to be done, had to fit them all in. Finally got all the boxes and junk out of the way, laid down the cardboard. Husky is first up, carb pulled and drained, pushed and lifted into place. The first WR carb pulled and cleaned put up on the stand into place the final WR put up onto the stand. All of them staring like a puppy wanting its treat. They all wanted to get out and run. I couldn't. For I was having to leave for a year, for a call that was sent down.

So yeah figured I'd say that yes I am leaving for that great sandbox in the middle east and I had to put my bikes up in the garage till I return. It is rather depressing knowing you can't ride for a full year. Not being able to smell that premix from the 125 or hear those killer bees and I try to chance my dad down, only to be roosted and left in the dust.. Or to throw my heavy pig of a WR250f around getting weird looks as it's yellow and not blue. The aggravation of the cold start, or just trying to find what you did with that 8mm socket. Those things that you thought you didn't like about the sport but when you know you'll not be able to experience them for a long period of time is killer. Although prior to it being able to spend the time with your dad and rebuild a 2012 WR125 adding in all those cool parts to make it better. Made a ripping machine on the track. So they are all sitting in storage waiting for me to come back and really rip up some trails. So to the folks here! Here's to a good year of riding for you guys, be safe see you all in a year!
Stay safe and thank you for your service, man.
 
So there I was cleaning out the garage so I can fit all three of my bikes in it. All my wr's the husky, and both the Yamahas sat there demanding to get out, telling me we had to go out one more time. Sadly I couldn't, I could only grit the teeth and move boxes, throw stuff away. Had to be done, had to fit them all in. Finally got all the boxes and junk out of the way, laid down the cardboard. Husky is first up, carb pulled and drained, pushed and lifted into place. The first WR carb pulled and cleaned put up on the stand into place the final WR put up onto the stand. All of them staring like a puppy wanting its treat. They all wanted to get out and run. I couldn't. For I was having to leave for a year, for a call that was sent down.

So yeah figured I'd say that yes I am leaving for that great sandbox in the middle east and I had to put my bikes up in the garage till I return. It is rather depressing knowing you can't ride for a full year. Not being able to smell that premix from the 125 or hear those killer bees and I try to chance my dad down, only to be roosted and left in the dust.. Or to throw my heavy pig of a WR250f around getting weird looks as it's yellow and not blue. The aggravation of the cold start, or just trying to find what you did with that 8mm socket. Those things that you thought you didn't like about the sport but when you know you'll not be able to experience them for a long period of time is killer. Although prior to it being able to spend the time with your dad and rebuild a 2012 WR125 adding in all those cool parts to make it better. Made a ripping machine on the track. So they are all sitting in storage waiting for me to come back and really rip up some trails. So to the folks here! Here's to a good year of riding for you guys, be safe see you all in a year!


Seems that you are lucky to have such a good dad. Quit bitching and get ready, the excitement is yet to come.
 
So there I was cleaning out the garage so I can fit all three of my bikes in it. All my wr's the husky, and both the Yamahas sat there demanding to get out, telling me we had to go out one more time. Sadly I couldn't, I could only grit the teeth and move boxes, throw stuff away. Had to be done, had to fit them all in. Finally got all the boxes and junk out of the way, laid down the cardboard. Husky is first up, carb pulled and drained, pushed and lifted into place. The first WR carb pulled and cleaned put up on the stand into place the final WR put up onto the stand. All of them staring like a puppy wanting its treat. They all wanted to get out and run. I couldn't. For I was having to leave for a year, for a call that was sent down.

So yeah figured I'd say that yes I am leaving for that great sandbox in the middle east and I had to put my bikes up in the garage till I return. It is rather depressing knowing you can't ride for a full year. Not being able to smell that premix from the 125 or hear those killer bees and I try to chance my dad down, only to be roosted and left in the dust.. Or to throw my heavy pig of a WR250f around getting weird looks as it's yellow and not blue. The aggravation of the cold start, or just trying to find what you did with that 8mm socket. Those things that you thought you didn't like about the sport but when you know you'll not be able to experience them for a long period of time is killer. Although prior to it being able to spend the time with your dad and rebuild a 2012 WR125 adding in all those cool parts to make it better. Made a ripping machine on the track. So they are all sitting in storage waiting for me to come back and really rip up some trails. So to the folks here! Here's to a good year of riding for you guys, be safe see you all in a year!

Godspeed.
 
sounds like a good healthy relationship with your dad and your sharing a sport
keep you eyes open and come back to make your dad and the rest of us proud
thank you for your service
 
Thanks all for posting. I do look forward to when I can jump back on my bike and ride. Perhaps do a vintage race or two. As some of you know the process units go through prior to deployments and the amount of stress placed upon my soldiers who want to do their job and get back home. I will say I do have a good relationship with my dad and we did a lot to my bikes. As the yellow wr was my first adult bike and taught me how to proper maintain it. When we did the add ins to te husky that was a lot of fun tearing her completely down.
Now I will say this in my family the males have served in the military. Dad is a retired army combat engineer, brother marine corps mp, and myself am a army combat engineer. As I hate doing plugs and what not but
Please do what ever you can for vets, whether its donating to woud warrior project or just thanking them in the airport. Without my soldiers I am nothing. Without us our soldiers are nothing.

Last thing here is a photo of myself with my dad before he deployed to Iraq back in 04 and the last photo of us that I'm keeping in my breast pocket for deployment.
 

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