For the month of January, post your best or favorite picture(s). Only two criteria, you were the photographer, and there must be a motorcycle somewhere in the picture. Lets get artistic. I'lll post mine when I get back from winter vacation. post as many as you want.
Last edited by Richrd; 01/03/201:35 am.
Rich (last remaining member ThreeMustGetBeers) "It's not always about going fast. Sometimes it's nice to slow down" (Wendy E.2016)
69 bonney 72 commando 75 commando interstate 06 Suzu..Suzu.. uh appliance couple of beesas a ducati and the Snake Bike and a Honda?
Happy new year everybody I`m in for the contest This pic i took at Jörgs x-mas party at the Single and Twin MC workshop in Hamburg. Its a bit blurry because i did not use a flashlight, but behind the crowd are the musicians at work and you can use your imaginations to feel the good mood.
or maybe a pic from the John Bull Rally with the beautiful bike of the Hairy Mong. Good mood here, too. Cheers
This photo represents the end of 59 years living at the same address in Laredo, TX (since I was 3) and moving the last of my collection 285 miles north to Leander, TX.
The house on the left side of the fence (obscured by tees) is where I grew up, and the double-wide modular home that I've lived in for the last 19 years is already gone from the right of frame. Where the red Suburban is sitting used to be my garage; it's getting moved up here next month once I've cleared the land and poured a slab.
Anyway, here you see in the front row my '72 Rickman Montesa 250 that I actually raced in 2008, with none other than Dave Aldana who blew my doors off. In the middle is my '74 Commando 880 custom cafe racer with Kenny Dreer VR/SS bodywork. On the far side is the original Dreer New Norton monoshock prototype bike with MkIII engine. My bitsa Bonnie race bike at the rear, left side. I've fired it back up after a few years, it woke up instantly and wants to race again! Never mind my son Kevin's '82 Honda CB750F which originally belonged to my late kid brother, Zed. I'm keeping it for my son 'till he rotates stateside in 2 more years. On the far side at the rear is Kevin's '68 Yamaha YDS3 250 GP replica bike that I built in 1999 which I'm also storing for him.
Now that we've moved here to central Texas, there are any number of WONDERFUL hill country roads that start less than 5 minutes from my driveway, so already a few of my other bikes have been out and about, more than in the last 5 years combined!
Last edited by GrandPaul; 01/06/2012:30 pm.
GrandPaul (does not use emoticons) Author of the book "Old Bikes" Too many bikes to list, mostly Triumph & Norton, a BSA, & some Japanese "The Iron in your blood should be Vintage"
Some years ago around 1997 brother Wilf and I decided to attend the weekly bikers Saturday luncheon near Victoria BC, some 240 Kms down island for here. Wilf lives about half way. That was just a bit ho hum so on the Thurs morning Wilf rode up on his T100 and we (me on my 53 Speed Twin) took the 1 1/2 hour ferry trip to Powell River on the mainland and worked down the Sunshine Coast. The photo is taken on the wharf at Gibsons. It was near here that a Harley rider approached us at a fast food joint and insisted that we follow him to his pals bike graveyard. A mobile home shack with dozens of old machines in the yard and many more out back. He did not want us to go out back because the owner was not there. As we worked down the coast at another stop a chap told us that he had Triumph parts to sell. We had no room for parts.
After two more coastal ferries we were through the Horseshoe terminal and on the Sea to Sky highway to the Whistler Ski Resort. At one point we were stopped on the highway due to a long construction delay but just after we stopped a road traffic person told us that motorcycles go to the front of the line. Sweet. Reaching the Whistler Village we got a hotel. That was 292 km of scenic riding.
The next day we headed over the Coastal Mountains, road shoulders now snow covered, into the Interior of the Province. A lunch stop at Lillooet had a local guy insisting that we go to his shop to see his BSA Gold Star. It turned out to be just a ZB34A. He was not keen on our observation. Pressing on we worked down the Fraser Canyon for a Motel stop in Hope. A nice 308 km day. We had a ground floor room so the bikes came inside.
Now Sat morning we stayed on the twisty old highway along the north side of the Fraser river headed for the Ferry terminal. Near Fort Langley there is a free ferry to cross the Fraser River and when we stopped in the waiting line an old guy got out of his truck to tell us that motorcycles always went to the front to load first. Sweet. From there is was on to the main ferry terminal south of Vancouver to take us to Victoria, another 1 hr 35 min trip. From the ferry it was a short ride to the pub for lunch in Cordova Bay. So far for the day it was another 241 KM.
As we parked one of our old pals came out, looked at the dirty bikes and remarked how keen it was for us to have ridden the old bikes the 240 Km down from Comox. We explained that it had not been a direct trip but a 836 km loop. The photo is nothing special but it reminds me of a great trip. The ride home was the 240 km to finish the day.
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The roadside repairs make for the best post ride stories.
Sort of a before and after. The first photo was taken back in the 70's of Tommy and his Dad with Tommy's Norton. When Tommy passed away, he left the Norton to Josh. Josh asked me to restore it, so the second photo is of Judy, Tommy's widow, sitting on Tommy's old bike. She was ecstatic to see the old bike which had lived the last umpteen years in their basement in pieces. Tommy and his Dad on Tommy's Norton Judy on Tommy's old Norton, many years later!