A classic of early eighties British comic book stories was the droids of Ro-Busters and ABC Warriors. One of the horde was Deadlock the Grand Wizard of the Knights Martial, an order of robot mystics of unknown origin who are worshippers of the god Khaos, the embodiment of chaos. This cover art of a collection of strips is an awesome graphic piece depicting one of the Martian War storylines. A chopper tearing along Valles Marineris looks the part.
To close the week off in a high point we took the bikes or a circle of the North Shore. Woodsmoke wafted across tree lined suburban backroads and cooling air refreshed a work worn mind. First time I’ve had the new Tiger out at night. Lights work great!
“Above all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and adventure.” Dr Oliver Sacks
We had a full day ride looping mid-north Illinois. Heading down old Highway Sixty Six from where it springs at Lake Shore Drive it runs parallel to Interstate 55 through small grain fed towns. A stretch between Dwight and Bloomington has a vestige of one of the southbound lanes alongside the road. The telegraph poles still line the grass cracked asphalt.
A delightful photograph from past days with a happy couple enjoying a cuppa along some quiet country road. The Triumph ‘Twenty One’ carried them there in competent fashion and a post war bucolic England let’s them relax trouble-free.
An early 350cc Triumph model incorporated enclosed ‘bathtub’ fairings which promoted a clean line offering a hint of aerodynamic styling. The Twenty One was the first Unit Construction engine – where the engine casing included both the piston/crankshaft and gearbox.
The largest of the worlds felines, the tiger is renowned for its ferocity, power and whiskery good looks. The facial Rorschach like stripes provide the recipient of the intense stare with a cursory distraction and the 500lb cat readies to pounce…
A young Bruce Springsteen captures the hearts of a disillusioned working class America with his music in the seventies. Lyrics that resonated and a beat that was alive. He rode motorcycles to escape the familiar and explore a country seemingly on the brink.
Near my garage where the bikes are kept is this old garage and loft. The old doors, siding and shingle are great time worn vintage features that are only seen along this Evanstonian alley.