A pair of period shop bunting flags with an intrepid tiger rider. Getting some rodeo thrills and a yeeha yell a whoopin’ an’ a hollerin’! Hear her roar!
My tiger striped Geordie the Greyhound had a play date with a two year old today. Ada is more like a great niece and was full of energy leaping around the old gadgie. Go-go gal! Definitely a family resemblance.
“The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.”
Frank Herbert
One of the greatest scifi books with far reaching topics of politics, religion, economy, ecology, and eugenics, its setting millennia in the future could be read as a shadow of the world today. Dune was published fifty years ago and is as fresh today as it was in the sixties when the environmental movement was in its infancy.
Bobby Stilwell winning the 1958 50 mile Amateur race at Daytona Beach. With that gorgeous red Chevy truck to tote his bike around in he swept the board in the fifties on Triumph Twins.
Here’s the Triumph dealer down in New Orleans Louisiana. Our man on the ground Dean Rennie was down in the Big Easy for a conference and had a few moments to pop in and see that southerners are being offered the same Bonnevilles, Daytona’s, and the usual range as up here in Chi-Town where the Delta Blues ended up.
Nice display with plenty of sparkling new product being looked over by choice vintage specimens, such as this Tiger. Of course our correspondent was also enjoying the outstanding music Nawlins has to offer. Ask the Big Chief:
After yesterday’s beautiful example of a century-old survivor here is an old image of the Trusty Triumph when it was the cutting edge two-wheeled speedster. This is a 1915 view of an owner and his ride in New Zealand. Even commemorated on a stamp…
Tin sign of some flat capped chap haring along on his H across a rural landscape. Hints & Tips? Watch your trousers don’t get caught in that ruddy leather belt drive chain!
Noel Whittall, 77, a writer and motorcyclist from Rawdon, England, on his 1918 Triumph Model H near the Cow & Calf at Ilkley. His period tweeds: jacket plus-fours and flat cap, are a perfect Yorkshire outfit for a ramble on’t moor. His nearly century old machine would transport you lazily from Leeds along the A65 through Otley and on to Skipton wi’ Wart on t’Wharfe peering down from across dale.
Yorkshire is a most beautiful country (locals do consider it an independent State).
We all have a mother and, for the greater part, owe our upbringing to become the sensible (!) people we are. They made sure we didn’t waver from our path ahead: holding our hands when it was rocky, listening when it looked daunting, and an encouraging nudge when it seemed foggy. Most importantly they are the first love of our lives, unconditionally!
“Ma! I’m getting a tattoo!”
Desert Sled in oil. Fag loosely attached to his bottom lip our Triumph racer Steve McQueen takes a rest at some fast ‘n’ dusty event in SoCal mid-sixties. The Moto looks spare and ready for gravelly action.
“Diggin’ Life” – original oil on canvas painting (28″ x 37″) by Tom Fritz www.FritzArt.com
Han Solo captain of the Millennium Falcon; could be taking to the cosmos again soon with his sidekick Chewbacca the wookie. Here he is under Californian sun on a 90’s period Daytona. Chunky motorcycle for the iconic action hero.
..who has been Indiana Jones in other capers; and Sean Connery was his pop. Here the two archaeology professors ride combination style. Sean isn’t quite as whiskered as Chewie!
A nice mile-worn Lewis Leathers jacket goes with a Triumph rider like cheese and pickle between slices of bread. Horiko on her immaculate ’48 Speed Twin and matching red accessories certainly looks the part. The Dominator jacket she’s wearing… £775.
my next Meriden project will be a tracker for sure.
The orange tang colored frame gives this suitable spare example a fiery look. Carbon black TT pipes, chunky tires on alloy rims, medium rise bars. Cool tiger tee shirt too. Let’s file this image…
Beach Babe: a box brownie snap of someone’s love. Both two-legged and two-wheeled. Back when you just drove down to the waters edge and had a ride along the damp sand. You can smell the salty air and feel the gritty sand in your toes.
Not really the intent of today’s Terran celebrations but this here Scrambler looks the business for rainforest rambling, tundra trialling, sand dune swoops and countryside cavorting. Knobby tires, imitation leather saddle and the coolness of a British bike. Earth awaits!
Especially when they have aspirations of the two-wheeled kind. The Thunderbird is just the finest to be galloping around on. “Annie get your gun!”
Pearly Triple: saw this nipping through Chicago traffic earlier today. Triumphs Monster basher the Speed Triple. Narrow purpose with wheels, engine, brakes, suspension, and a seat. A clean machine in Daz White.
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