Unbelievable! Thanks Rick!
Too bad about Dorothy's Dinette...
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Hi Fellow
I'm back from a big journey accross South-West USA, including the Bonneville Speed-Week, with "tons" of photos to share with you.
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Hi Fellow
I'm back from a big journey accross South-West USA, including the Bonneville Speed-Week, with "tons" of photos to share with you.
Stay tuned
V
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Hi Fellow
I'm back from a big journey accross South-West USA, including the Bonneville Speed-Week, with "tons" of photos to share with you.
Stay tuned
V
Hi Fellow
I'm back from a big journey accross South-West USA, including the Bonneville Speed-Week, with "tons" of photos to share with you.
Stay tuned
V
The secret of Happiness is Freedom -
The secret of freedom is courage.
Quote: Thucydides
(Ancient Greek historians and author, 460-404bc)
My youngest son actually approached me to go for a ride on the 57 Pan last night...very rare occassion...I still hold out hope.Tell me: What 18 year old wouldn't want to ride a 57 Pan Apehanger to the bar for "Bike Night"with his Pappy? He rides it pretty fuckin' well too!
I have a file of magazine clippings that I put together when I chucked away piles and piles of motorcycle mags about a decade ago (I know, I know). This is one of them.This feature was run by BSH in 1992, and believe me – with the exception of maybe Huggy and a couple of others – no one was riding bikes like this or rockin' the Loveless look in the UK back then.
I loved this bike, and still do – why I still have these pages, I guess.
Who are you, Flathead Phil? And what are you riding now?
American hero George Riley was a racing virtuoso most active in the 1930 – 1940’s (no relation to British Riley Motor CO) George did his own everything, like the first OHV conversions for flathead racecars and side draft carburetors etc. George started out early on, in the 1920’s alongside pioneers Fred Offenhauser and Leo Gossen.
The Riley Racing Carburetor is made of strong 356 heat treated aluminium and the housings are anodized. They use Ford Stromberg main jets and idle tubes, and also Chandler Groves needle seats and adjusting screws. I'm not sure how many carbs Gerorge did but more than a few of them ended up on drag bikes and hill climbers in the 1950’s & 1960's - like George Smith’s “The Tramp” and Chet Herbert’s “The Beast” both ran dual Rileys on the quarter mile. 
However, after the drag bike and hill climber golden era ended, every Riley carburetor seem to have vanished from the face of the earth, with the exception of a few stored in classic racing museums.
Balls out! Just how brilliant are these floats!? And they're not attached to anything inside the carb, they are free falling, like Tom Petty. And this makes the carb insensitive to angles, a totally genius construction, especially when mounted on a bike.
These carbs are going on a stroked Knuckle, and I'll post more pics of this project as soon as I've made some further progress - that made me sound pretty sober huh? Fantastic.
A couple of days ago I got an e-mail that I truly apprechiated. This was from a Swedish lady, Myrna. She wanted to share some photos of her Grandfather Gunnars Harley with me as well as she gave me a brief look into whom these folks in the photos where.
This early twenties IOE Harley belonged to Myrnas grandfather whom she never learned to know as he passed only 32 years young back in 1930.
Gunnar living in Gislaved used his Harley both as daily transport as well as it played a role in his bussiness making furniture.
A sidecar equipped Harley was what he needed to get that piece of furniture securely delivered to any customer.
Both pics below are dated from 1929, the children is Olle who later was to become Myrnas father, his sister Gunnel and brother Allan.
The lady beeing Gunnars wife Gerda, Myrnas grandmother.
Having said Myrna is Swede is not all true as her mother flied Norway at the age 18 during WWII ending up in Sweden on the back of Olles motorcycle!!
A picture showing Gunnar with wife in the sidecar, pillow passenger is unknown. This picture show another sidecar boot than the two previous.
This pic is taken in front of Gunnars furniture bussines. The Harleys sidecar boot is removed to transport furniture.
These pictures have given a brief look into peoples lifes who all since long have passed. Wonder what happened to F 836, it might still be around.
Thanks a lot Myrna for sharing, wish there where more people like yourself.
This early twenties IOE Harley belonged to Myrnas grandfather whom she never learned to know as he passed only 32 years young back in 1930.
Gunnar living in Gislaved used his Harley both as daily transport as well as it played a role in his bussiness making furniture.
A sidecar equipped Harley was what he needed to get that piece of furniture securely delivered to any customer.
Both pics below are dated from 1929, the children is Olle who later was to become Myrnas father, his sister Gunnel and brother Allan.
The lady beeing Gunnars wife Gerda, Myrnas grandmother.
Having said Myrna is Swede is not all true as her mother flied Norway at the age 18 during WWII ending up in Sweden on the back of Olles motorcycle!!
A picture showing Gunnar with wife in the sidecar, pillow passenger is unknown. This picture show another sidecar boot than the two previous.
This pic is taken in front of Gunnars furniture bussines. The Harleys sidecar boot is removed to transport furniture.
These pictures have given a brief look into peoples lifes who all since long have passed. Wonder what happened to F 836, it might still be around.
Thanks a lot Myrna for sharing, wish there where more people like yourself.
... at Chopper Dave's unit in Hawaiian Gardens. So much cool stuff in every corner. I'd be a happy old codger if this was where I headed every day for work.Look out for a feature on CD soon.
As I entered the garage my mouth began to feel weird, as if it was full of cat hair, I felt certain it was in my throath and lungs too, but I couldn't do anything about it. My spine was blazing out of control and out came enormous pallid wings with sharp silhouettes of two-edged swords, as the children of Israel rotaded my horizons. I’m the first and the last, alive and dead, living forever and never born. The three columns of self, space and time merged as one. No more separation of self and what’s not the self, personal identity and all of existence became one and the same. No past, present and no future, timeless entrapment, the now of eternity, the never of always.
At times when time slows way down I get concerned regarding my breathing, it kinda feels like I’m possibly dead. This is because when time slows down so dramatically it seems to be hours in-between each individual breath and heartbeat, or at least that's how I experience it...Before I left the room I did an article about my friend Matte Hedenstrand’s Flathead Chop for DicE Magazine and when I spoke my voice were as many stormy waters and my eyes were like gas clouds with blueberry jam spilled in the middle.
In my melting hands were the keys to all hell and death, to all heavens and to all life as Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamus, Thyatira and the children of Israel waved me goodbye and hello. I need to go now I said, but I'll be back in time for the next DicE Magazine. One is none, none is one and one is everyone.
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