The Rise and Fall of Hodaka: A Comprehensive History of a Unique Motorcycle Brand
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The two Enduro pics were from the 1974 Black Coal National Enduro that started at Lynnville, IN. It was a great ride. I-64 was still under construction and there were places where the trail paralleled the new interstate highway. I think I have the AMA News that reviewed the run and it might be interesting to include a copy of the article on this page.
The Hodaka hillclimber, based on a ’72 Wombat and probably the most worn-out motorcycle I’ve ever restored, was rebuilt in 2010 and run at the AMA Amateur National Hillclimb Championship held at the “Devil’s Staircase” near Oregonia, OH in 2011 as well as at local hillclimbs at Cayuga and Middlebury, IN.
The cool thing about Hodakas in the early 70’s was that they were dirt cheap and easy to work on. If you bought two you could be a dealer and almost everybody was retailing the damned things. The biggest retailer was Greenwood LP Gas and Hodaka Sales, the shop owned by Ron LaMastus’ dad and uncle. It was quite a place to visit back then!!! Lord, some of the stories I heard were mind blowing.
The 100cc class in motocross and hare scrambles was dominated by Hodakas, usually Super Rats or Ace 100-B’s. Yeah, Pentons were the bikes that did most of the winning but everybody else ran what they could afford and the little chrome and red bikes were everywhere. If there were thirty bikes on the line usually more than half of ’em were Hodakas.
I bought my Wombat from a shop on Carson Ave. that mostly dealt with street bikes. I ended up working there as a wrench during periods of unemployment in the late ’70’s/early ’80’s. As mentioned it wasn’t uncommon for me and my buddy Al Sochaki to ride them to Brown County, trail ride all day and then ride home. Later after I graduated I put it back to street form and it served as my daily transportation after I graduated from high school until I bought a “real” street bike the following February. Chris and I used to ride it everywhere including trips to Brown Co., Eagle Creek and a particularly memorable trip to the State Fair to watch the ’75 Indy Mile. I also rode it to Kentucky to visit kin. Good times!! I have no idea how many miles I rode it as the speedometer died but I’m guessing the final tally was probably fifteen or twenty thousand miles.
