
Another bevy of two wheeled beauties to behold from the Hebron show. This time a selection of big Zed Kawasakis from the seventies. Each different to their owners tastes but all rideable as hell!
Flex your muscles
Mighty Mouse & Skunk

Hebron IL – a glorious day weatherwise and a backroads jaunt through Lake and McHenry Counties ended up in a small crossroads town where a gathering of old and new motorcycles lined the main drag. Harley’s aplenty, Indians, Guzzi’s, Beemers and a few British specimens. We’ll follow up the weeks postings with the variety but start with this quintet of Triumphs old and new will start things off.
TR25W

This small 250cc Triumph was my first wheels in the US back in ’98. It helped me easily get my motorcycle license endorsement and was a fun bike. It was called the Trophy, not to be confused by the larger twin, and was an amalgamation of the BSA Starfire built at Small Heath and some Meriden parts. Production quality was poor and apparently warranty calls drained the meager coffers of the ailing industry. The writing was on the wall and this little roadster had its back against it in the firing line.
I sold mine for the same as what I paid for it ($1,000) then went and got my green Ninja.
Bron-Y-Aur Stomp
Double Bill
Thursday nite TV
IMDB: “While in Vietnam, a GI promises his dying buddy that he’ll take care of his motorcycle, “Baby”, when he gets back home. After his discharge, he meets up with his dead friend’s girlfriend, gets the bike, and then runs into trouble from some other bikers who don’t like the idea of his having the motorcycle or the girl.” 5.4/10
The chopper is as long as the Baja peninsula, the gal is as gritty as the Mojave Desert and the tins of Schlitz beer is flowing freely (it must have been used for on screen promotional purposes). A real early 70’s vibe.
Long Legged
Drummer Boy
Led Zeppelin drummer John Bonham is considered to be the greatest rock ‘n’ roll percussionist of all time. Where Page gave color to their music and Plant texture; Bonzo was the heartbeat. Pulsating longship oarsmen rhythm in The Immigrant Song or the progressive Kashmir, they all were founded on the granite of his skills on his Ludwigs. Here he is in a suburban garden on his Triumph Chopper a la Captain America.
Happy Days
Leather Tuscadero played by Suzi Quatro, was the younger punk sister of Fonzies on again off again gal Punkie. Suzi was also a pioneering woman rocker in the seventies helped with her growling vocals, big bass slapping and one piece race leather outfits. In her mid sixties she’s still belting out her hits.
Can the Can? You be she can!
Tonka
Tonka was a big deal growing up. The pressed steel bodies could take the typical abuse from a boy in his dirt pile. I yearned for the backhoe tractor with front loader “tractor with four diggers” is what I’d call it. Well I got it and managed to break it . So my sister wrote to Tonkatoys in Minnesota (actually Mound MN on Lake Minnetonka) crying false advertising which stated an elephant could stand on their toy construction vehicles.
So they wrote back in apology and send one of their Dump trucks in compensation. There’s customer service!
I wonder if I could get them to send one of their Triumph Bonnevilles…
Rivington Pike Free Festival
Back in ’77 summer was enjoyed at numerous gatherings of hippies and music enjoying earthy fun in the countryside of a bucolic England.
Bring your tent, tie dyes and bell bottoms. However carefree gathering can attract others looking for lawless shenanigans. The Hells Angels turn up on their chopped Triumph, BSA’s and Nortons along with pelt headdresses. Save the Planet! More hash fudge and ‘shrooms.
Desperado
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow
Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can’t get
Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
You’re losin’ all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you (let somebody love you)
You better let somebody love you before it’s too late.
Glenn Frey 1948-2016
The Eagles are one of the best soundtracks of the open American highway .
Starman ★
Didn’t know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin’ down some rock ‘n’ roll ‘lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren’t no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’d like to come and meet us
But he thinks he’d blow our minds
There’s a starman waiting in the sky
He’s told us not to blow it
‘Cause he knows it’s all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
David Bowie 1947-2016











