It was a great morning out. Pete, Rob (ex president) and myself blasted off from Moss Vale at 0900hrs and via Kangaroo Valley made our way at high speed (mostly up around 120kph) down to Berry on the coast. Motorcycles came from everywhere, of all descriptions. It was a fascinating morning and I snapped quite a few photos. We had an early lunch in a cute little cafe before heading back home via the mountain road. Rob on his Ducati 1000 overtook me at one stage but not long after I overtook him and Pete on his powerful Honda CBR1100 and I never saw them again. You just can’t beat an Italian thoroughbred on twisty mountain roads, nor even could Rob on his Ducati which is heavier than the Guzzi. I just love my machine so much!! I love the crackle and pop back as I’m snipping down through the gears approaching into a tight corner then full blast out the other side. Other motorcyclists behind me have commented the exhaust note is sensational. Anyway, I figure you can’t have ordinary club members beating the vice president on a mountain road, or even getting near him, even with machines with twice the power!! ((-:
Here is a great story about our Australian friend Phil and his 91 year-old neighbor, Mary, in his BMW sidecar.
Mary next door (now aged 91) was a bit cranky (well not for long) because she said she’d lost her view of the distant mountain from her back porch. I felt pretty bad, I hadn’t even thought of Mary’s porch view when we designed the roof. But when I spoke to her son in law, he said I would have had to have no roof at all for Mary to still see the mountain from her porch. He said don’t worry about it.
“A year or so back I took Mary for a burn over Mount Gibraltar in the outfit. She said it was the most fun she’d had with her clothes on! I asked Mary if she had any new boyfriends on the horizon? She said “At my age Phil, there ain’t much on the market!” I said, “I guess not Mary, and what’s out there would likely only be short term!”
Thanks for the story, Phil!
The freshest restoration at the museum is the 1944 WD-M20 BSA by Greer and his fellow crew. The museum was kind enough to share their restoration story with AMCA. Checkout this article on Estrella Warbirds Museum in Paso Robles, California about the Restoration. Read More Here
Thanks for Sharing this, Ken!
Here’s another bike that I built two years ago and still have. It’s a 1969 BSA 441 Victor Special. It has about 1000 miles on it since the rebuild and it runs great. The tank was refurnished by Ross Thompson Metal Finishing RR in Ontario, Canada and painted by Grasshopper Custom painting, Carbondale, Kansas. Other than rubbers, cables and paint, it’s all original with 6000 miles.
Ken Krumm, Manhattan, Kansas
Here’s a photo of my winter build project that I purchased from you. Still need to do carbs and wiring. Coming along well. I planned on painting it back to it’s original black. However, the British Racing Green look good. So it may stay green for awhile.
Cedar Falls, Iowa
The Chicken Coop
Triumph, BSA, and Ariel were taken on with the building of a shop building behind the house, a quarter mile down a gravel road, in Cedar Falls. (The building was still there in 2005) All these bikes were exciting. Not only were they the first new motorcycles following the big war but they were very different from the patterns of construction established by Harley and Indian. As literature came in, the excitement mounted. My new BSA C10 would be a few months in coming. The first arrival was the Triumph Speed Twin. The chrome and maroon gas tank surfaced as the crate was opened. What a day! The new telescopic front forks were the first seen and the 6” of smooth travel was simply amazing. We knew what sound to expect from the beautifully flowing chromed exhaust because of the two Triumphs Paul had sold in 1939. But those forks were really something. For demonstration, Paul would lay a wrench on the shop floor and roll the bike over it, causing the forks to work. Cinders from the local power plant were used to surface the drive and yard when the shop was built. The cinders were scattered from a big pile dumped there. When the job was complete there was still a three foot high pile left over. This became something to ride over for fun. Paul took the Triumph over it for the first time and when the forks reached full extension they locked. This was a disaster, for this new concept in fork design had many riders coming especially to see it. He quickly took the bike to our chicken coop, as fortunately no customer was witness. He cooked up a lie about where the Triumph went when customers came around to see. In the coop he worked at dismantling and fixing the problem. This he accomplished but I did not understand the reason for the problem. However, with what I eventually learned about the requirements to dismantle and reassemble those forks, I was impressed it was accomplished in a chicken coop.
Joe and his new Scrambler. I guess he couldn’t wait until spring!
“Hi Jeremy. A buddy and I went on a ride last Saturday, temperature was , wind chill was… way cold. I rode my new Scrambler, ran great!
Joe, Altoona. IA.”