…but our stunt rider Evel Knievel sure can make leaping through flames look easy!
A clip from some late seventies pulp comic book to challenge the might of Marvel or DC, as well as promote toys.
Three Triples lined up: white, green & black. Like some dollar bill waiting to be spent.
Schoolhouse Rocks
Written by Blind Melon
Three is a magic number
Ya it is, it’s a magic number
Somewhere in that ancient mystic trinity
You’ll get three
As a magic number
The past, the present, the future,
Faith, and hope, and charity,
The heart, the brain, the body,
Will give you three,
It’s a magic number
It takes three legs to make a tripod or to make a table stand,
And it takes three wheels to make a vehicle called a tricycle
And every triangle has three corners,
Every triangle has three sides,
No more, no less,
You don’t have to guess
That it’s three
Can’t you see?
It’s a magic number
A man and a woman had a little baby
Yeah they did
And there were three in the family
And that’s a magic number
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour’d rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o’erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O’erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill’d with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call’d fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game’s afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry, England, and Saint George!’
Will Shakespeare – Henry V.
Contemporary Harry on a Triumph Daytona. Different steed- British blood.
Model Kits. Growing up I couldn’t get enough of them! Aircraft, tanks, cars, ships. Assembly kits or scratch built. I’ll have a little dabble into this world of polystyrene glue and plastic. There’s a 1/35th BSA M20 with rider and arm waving military policeman that I’d like to acquire.
Nowadays there are upgrade detail kits that are finely laser-cut sheets of metal that add fine sparkle. Spokes, buckles, foot pegs.
Perhaps some sharp tweezers will help….
I’d better get an illuminated magnifying glass too!
A classic British light entertainment detective mystery was Randall & Hopkirk ( deceased). Transmitted in ’69 it starred Mike Prattle & Kenneth Cope as the respective titular characters. Marty Hopkirk met an untimely demise in the pilot show and, dressed in a ghostly white suit, could only be seen and heard by his partner Jeff Randall.
Some still images from village scenes or London streets with some Triumph Cub riding character show period rural and urban scenery. The leather blazer and pudding basin lid set the tone.
There was a remake in the early 200p’s starring Vice Reeves & Bob Mortimer.
a great victory or achievement.
the state of being victorious or successful.
joy or satisfaction resulting from a success or victory.
a highly successful example of something.
These are the descriptions from a dictionaries of the noun Triumph. What a great word to utilize for a motorcycle, the idea of a journey, its speed and a destination as well as the item itself. It has the vision of some banner fluttering in the wind in regal success. Other Marques are family names: Honda, Ducati Barley Davidson to mention a few. Others the name of a location: BSA, BMW. Indeed few have a moniker regaling a people such as Indian. But it’s Triumph that fill you with spirit once your heading off down the road with the mere whiff of throttle.
“Well, it says what it does on the tin!”
Matchless?…. Victory? Yes, yes, yes. Point taken!