New Model: Honda Super Cub 110

Well, Honda is releasing a 110cc version of a heavily redesigned Super Cub. 

These changes could be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on how you look at them. (I mean that figuratively and literally.) 

There are many changes to the timeless bike. Right off the bat, one can see the ubiquitous leg guard has changed, as has the actual body style and type. The entire handlebar assembly has changed, as has the instrument face, all controls, and headlight and turn signal components.

No longer a stamped steel body/frame, the actual frames resides underneath plastic body panels. The website states this is to prevent rust. 

I foretold these changes, when I saw a new Yamaha Mate, which is, as a friend of mine used to call such things back in high school, " a plastic chicken" when he was referring to the 'new'(80s) Corvettes. Basically, a shell of its former self. 

Well, the Cub has retained the 'look' of the cub, at least, but really, so much has changed with the design, that a Chinese Symba might actually be closer to a Honda Super Cub than a Honda Super Cub (110) is now. 

The 50 and 90 cc versions are unchanged from previous models, but don't expect them to stay that way for long. It will cost Honda too much money to run drastically different style builds under the same model name.

Horsepower is up, as one would expect, but not nearly as high as one would think with the more than double cubic displacement and programmed fuel injection (PGM FI). 

A telescoping front fork has replaced the Super Cub signature leading link type. Perhaps points gained in riding comfort and lost in original style department ( I may be one of the last remaining leading link fans). 

A two stage clutch mechanism has been added to ease shifting, according to the website. Also, an additional gear has been added, making it a 4 speed. (long overdue)

Mileage is considerably less than the 50cc and 90cc models. 

The only remaining original elements from former the Super Cub design are the outward general appearance and step-thru design. The assembly of body and engine components (Thailand) lead one to believe that the Super Cub is no longer Super, nor a real Cub.

I'll wait and see one in person to make my final assessment. I will add that, as is obvious from my comments, I'm not too thrilled with most of the changes. If the workmanship is excellent, like previous Cubs, and the design (in person) is impressive, I'll say so. But if not, I'll state that too, just like I did when I noticed rust on the 2008 'anniversary' edition models last year.  

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Adventures of a Super Cub

New Japan vs. Old Japan

Slouched, sloppy attire, looking down playing Nintendo, PS3+, or fiddling with the latest and greatest keitai (cell phone) probably less than 3 months old vs. upright posture, clean and pressed suit, reading morning newspaper.

When I see views like this, I can't help but think that the funniest part is, that youth is certain he's being "Green" - that he's hip and connected to the world, making his contribution, being important, and fighting the good fight against all those evil old-timers and big corporations like his old fashioned neighbor who's reading a nasty newspaper made from cutting down innocent trees.

Our youth forgot to use that overrated secondary organ in his calcified membrane known as a skull which would have reminded him that the constant manufacture of parts for the literally millions of cell phones produced MONTHLY in Japan alone, and the associated labor, factories, energy required to run same, microwave radiation to send the signals, the monstrous steel towers to carry those signals, the steel to make those towers, the iron ore extracted from the GREEN HILLS of Earth turning mountains into mole hills to make that steel and all the millions of metric tons of polymers synthesized from, yup, you guessed it, OIL, (that evil substance stolen from Mother Gaia by big fat American corporations) that's right, petroleum to make the plastic to make the latest and greatest casings and knobs for the never-ending style changes that occur each and every week on each and every model for all those lovely electronic EMF spewing parts inside - all of that might skew the numbers in another direction if he bothered to think it through. Which we assume he most likely never, ever will. Yup, he just didn't think it through.

(I'm always reminded of Robert Deniro's wonderful character in the equally-wonderful movie Wag the Dog when he explains why the CIA couldn't arrest them. "He just didn't think it through, that's all.")

Yes, this kid didn't follow it through, but that's not the only reason he didn't think on these things. Because if that were the reason, the sole reason, then eventually, he WOULD figure it all out, he would realize that his existence is mainly a daily rationalization of what he might call, in other people's behavior, 'evils'.

No, he won't realize this. Why not? Because along with everything else he has, he has one thing in sublime abundance yet which he has no use for AT ALL, nor even a reason for having, unlike a cell phone or a computer, which are undoubtedly convenient and useful. No, there is one thing he has in abundance more than the closet full of Converse sneakers and Abercrombie T-shirts, more than baseball hats and more than all the now unfashionable iPod non-disposable color carrying cases that no longer fit the latest unit, more than all those combined. What is it? Nothing but something that has been around for a very long time, Mr. Mulder, a very long time. Arrogance. That's right, arrogance. He's got that in spades. He's certain he's in the right, that he and those who look like him are pacifists in this war on mother nature. He's certain as there are little green apples that this is so. That certainty, that militant certainty will be his downfall, and quite possibly the rest of ours, as well. For this generation acts before thinking, not that this is anything new, but with the speed and global reach of the net, and the quick-to-judge, yet frighteningly unquestioning mind, we have what might be called a pandemic of sophomoric blindness.

Of course, this is all an assumption, all speculation (like humans being the cause of Global Warming). When in fact, that youth may indeed be a bright, honest, selfless instrument of humanity, jotting down a reminder to put in extra hours volunteering at the local nursing home, or calculating a bold, new formulae for a cure for cancer.

Or maybe not.


In any case, I sometimes think the doomsayers like Ed Dames on Coast to Coast AM are right when they say we are headed for the End Times. It seems there are less and less examples of class (and hygiene!) and more and more of self-centered sloppiness, as if it were a 'right'. It's one thing to be sloppy, to be dirty, to be annoying and obnoxious, but to be those things AND to be arrogant, well that's just plain boring.

One thing's for sure. The world is turning into a huge gadget-idolizing net-hooked, tattooed, porned and pierced slobfest bent on destroying the planet all in the name of saving it.

Count me out! I'll just head for my island in the sun, riding my time machine and always smiling.