Caveman....







What better way to start the New Year than with some pictures from the cave-gang from Trondheim! Those guys are the funniest bunch you can ever imagine! And some real good friends! They do not take things serious no matter what… Which’s one of the things I’m going to try to live up to in 2010! Life is funny if you want to;o) Happy New Year!!








Because I still haven't figured this shit out, two of the pictures from the post below would not open when clicked on. I re-posted the two here. Hopefully I got it this time!

The Man!






My 39 WLD laying next to a Chief carcass, Schmidt's shifter and all!

OK I put all the pics together so you don't have to hunt around.
The man was in the motorcycle business for decades. He acquired more motorcycles then you can count. Rumor has it he stored bikes for guys that went off to war and most did not return or couldn't afford or care to get the bikes back. He had them stored in an old cement factory in PA. The place was truly amazing!!
Folks that new him said he would not sell anything. He lived like a hermit in school buses and an old Air Stream trailer on the property. Old mangy dogs were everywhere. Older guys told us about it and unfortunately by the time I got there everything had already been sold at auction for back taxes years before. But in a place where so many bikes had been for so many years there was still stuff everywhere... emblems, motor parts, frame pieces, battery boxes, brake drums, head lights, hell there was even a 49 Pan lower end half buried in the ground. There were parts in the woods, in the trunks of old cars, under mattresses, in the basement, in the boiler, in every nook and cranny of that place.
Back in the early 80's I bought a 39 WLD from a guy who got a lot of the stuff at the auction. To my surprise it is in one of these pictures from 1968 laying with other cannibalized carcasses in the cement factory (see above).
There was another auction of this stuff in the mid 80's. A Honda dealer that got a bunch of the stuff decided to auction it off. What deals were had! Indian Chiefs for $1200.00. Parts galore! I missed that auction because, having gone back to college (better late then never), I had a final exam that day. I decided to forgo the auction and take the exam. In retrospect that was one of my true regrets in life! What was I thinking!!!!

Enjoy these pictures. Hopefully I posted them right and you can click on 'em and zero in on all the treasure.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!







This image was posted at the AMCA bord recently, that made me think about Chemical Chopper`s radical piece of Indian art that was in several magazines a few years back.

OK, I didnt take those pictures, but I just love this bike for what it is, Art!
It can be ridden, but what a sculpture, goshh!








Cheers & Happy 10 to every one.

May the hangover be sweet, the girl nice, the weather good -
and may the bike start at first kick..

Cay

Aladins cave

Those pics are from a place long gone wich I by a strange coinsidence found when my old BSA stopped at a road junction, this caused by a dead magneto. This old guy came over and said to me; "there aint many guys out on those old bikes no more".
When I told him I wasnt resting for pleasure but lacked spark he replied "we will be able to fix that if you push your bike over to my place".
Check out them fotos from "his place".



There where many rows like this, but this beeing pre digital camera times, I only took those few images.



The "old man" had to use ladders to get to his top shelves.



Here the boss is posing, these bikes and parts where collected trough two generations as running a small motorcycle shop. I dont think there where ever thrown anything.



The word
"labyrint" gets a meaning in here.






Bikes where hanging from the ceiling.



Motors, motors, motors.


Wrote an article on Henderson for the Norwegian vintage motorcycle magazine, "Sidevogna" that they printed in the last issue. As far as I know the "Henderson history" have never been written in my language before?


This is how the "Sidevogna" looks. This is NVMC`s (the Norwegian vintage motorcycle club) magazine, 6 issues a year.





Here is one of my favorite "still waiting to be rescued" bikes. A 1941 Knuckle imported from Texas in 1951 by a young lad working in the merchant navy.
This bike is all there but suffer from the harsh atmosfere in the barn where it is stored.





Needless to say; Its not for sale!







Still needs to be to be sanded and cleared.
SOLD..................SOLD......................SOLD
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