Earlier this week I managed to watch the new Dredd movie outing: this one with the appropriately stoney faced Karl Urban (Eomer of LotR) as the man with the badge. It was a grim, ultraviolent tale of a dystopian future Mega City with a population on the edge. They kept the story tight to limit the characters background explanations; concentrating the story on a City-Block drug bust. There was some good Lawmaster riding action on the streets too: his single sided swingarm ride could chase down the worst of ’em. One aspect of the film was the use of Carlos Ezquerra’s original vision of JD, a lean, mean lawman who isn’t to be messed with. No eagle shoulder patch, but that seemed kinda superfluous anyway. Cassie Anderson as a rookie on her street assessment added good depth; especially with her psychic abilities.
Great Stuff!
Drokk! Dredd!
Beelzebub in comic print
I had change from my ten pence for a black-jack, a kola-cube and a sherbet filled flying saucer. But I got the latest edition of Action! This week’s edition included a story based on a UK where adults have all been wiped out leaving everyone under the age of 18 in charge of their destinies. Lord of the Flies meets Grange Hill (the early years). There was a lot of yob culture represented in the anarchy.
So the motorcycle was used as gang ‘steeds’, the hog riders running over the opposing groups, ransacking territory, cracking skulls, quite literally. The newspapers, Esther Rantzen and other wardens of cotton wool had a field day!
How did they get away with this? Boys aged between 8 and 15 were craving this each week! And it’s not putting a good face to bikers either.
Petrol bombs, and other terrorist methods were illustrated each week. This story was the nail in the coffin for Action; they’d stepped over the line – reflecting a world out of control; inner city schools were scary enough, but without authority to contain, the result was carnage.
Great illustration by Mike White of what looks like a Triumph in darkened silhouette as the rider is run-down by a transit van. Obviously kids: don’t try this at home!
Words of Wisdom
Forking brake upgrade
Motorcycle expert recycles his way through retirement
By THERESA WINSLOW Staff Writer
Published January 11, 2004,
The Capital, Annapolis, Md.
It’s a good thing Frank Deihl is retired.Otherwise, he wouldn’t have enough time for work.
The Gambrills god of the British motorcycle toils for “only” 60 to 70 hours a week in a basement workshop that’s so crammed with machinery, bikes and parts that there’s little room to walk around. Gas tanks hang from the wall, exhaust pipes dangle from the ceiling, and there are cardboard boxes in every direction full of parts for repairs.
And that’s just the start.
A barn behind his home – complete with the dust and oily smell of an old garage – holds even more parts and about 30 more bikes, all waiting for Mr. Deihl to lovingly restore them to their former glory. Any cycle junkie could get lost in Mr. Deihl’s work space for years, but everything he’s accumulated in an almost 40-year career in bike repair is carefully cataloged. “This is what happens when your hobby goes out of control,” joked Mr. Deihl, glancing around his digs last week. The 63-year-old doesn’t have any other hobbies, though he said he’s tried them all. Motorcycles keep him more than fulfilled. The British bikes he loves were made by three companies: BSA, Triumph and Norton, and had their heyday in the ’50s and ’60s. Mr. Deihl still gets a thrill when he revs one up for the first time after hours of repair work. “It’s absolutely great,” he said. “It’s the same rush I got when I was 18 – but even more now. It’s even better. Everytime you do one, you learn a little more.” Terry Parker, a Montgomery County resident who organizes an annual event called British Bike Day, said Mr. Deihl knows plenty already. The two men met about 15 years ago through their shared interest in the motorcycles. “He’s like a god when it comes to BSAs and Triumphs,” Mr. Parker said. “Everyone knows Frank. Frank knows everything. He’s done it all. He’s raced. He’ll do whatever you ask and do it with a personal touch. He’s a legend.”
Bikes in the blood
The way Mr. Deihl sees it, he was born into bikes. His father owned several, and he got his first one at 16. But it wasn’t British. That came two years later. He wanted a faster ride, and in those days, British bikes were a lot speedier, he said. He never looked back.
Mr. Deihl said he has nothing against other motorcycle makes and newer bikes, he just prefers the vintage British models because they’re fun to ride and tinker with. Since they weren’t made with computerized machinery, each one has its own personality and challenges, he said. A grandfather of nine, Mr. Deihl got his first motorcycle job at a Wheaton shop in 1965. He stayed there five years before switching to Heyser Cycle in Laurel, where he worked until “retirement” three years ago. His vast inventory was accumulated over his long career. He still goes to shows and travels to England periodically for new stock, but he got a lot of his supplies when British bikes fell out of favor in the late ’60s and ’70s. That was when people became enamored of Japanese motorcycles, and British bike supplies could be bought inexpensively, he said. Mr. Deihl says he likes working on his own, but hates the fact that he’s so busy he has no time to work on personal projects. Mr. Deihl said a lot of his customers grew up with British bikes and might be trying to recapture a bit of their youth by riding them now. A few minutes after he spoke, he started a bike parked just outside his workshop. It had a distinctive sound, faster than the blat of a Harley and a bit higher pitched. “When you get used to it, you can tell which bike pulls up by the sounds it makes,” he said. The power made the ground rumble, and the more Mr. Deihl opened it up, the wider the grin grew on his face. Customer Bobby Gordon of Virginia had the same expression as he looked at a British bike calender while Mr. Deihl went to get a part. Mr. Gordon drove more than 3 hours with a friend and fellow biker, Andrew Brown, to get to the workshop. Mr. Gordon does this several times a year, relishing his visits to swap stories and get supplies for his own bike collection. “(Mr. Deihl) has everything we need or, if he doesn’t have it, he knows where to get it,” Mr. Gordon said. “He’s such a decent guy.”
Beautiful bikes
Talk about putting your work on a pedestal. At Staples Corner Liquors in Gambrills, about a mile from Mr. Deihl’s workshop, one of the main attractions has nothing whatsoever to do with spirits. Sitting on top of two separate wine displays are vintage Triumphs, a purple one from 1971 and a red and white model from 1967. And, of course, Mr. Deihl restored both of them. “People come in here just to look at them,” said Bill Stevens, who works part time at the store. “They’re beautiful bikes. They don’t make ’em like that anymore.” The bikes are the property of store owner John Fisher, who first met the soft-spoken Mr. Deihl about 15 years ago. Mr. Deihl came into the store occasionally when it first opened and Mr. Fisher noticed him pull up on a British bike. It just so happened that Mr. Fisher had one languishing in his garage and asked Mr. Deihl to get it running again. Two days later, Mr. Fisher called Mr. Deihl and told him to fully restore it. Mr. Fisher didn’t have room at his own house for the bike, so it ended up at the store. At first, he kept it in back, but about five years ago, he decided to put it on display. The second bike came three years later – and Mr. Fisher wouldn’t mind more. “It’s good advertising,” he said. “(Mr. Deihl’s) a craftsman. He really is. He does beautiful work.” For his part, Mr. Deihl is flattered that the bikes are on display. (But then he smiles and admits that he’d really be pleased if the bikes were ridden.) “They really should be out,” he said. “Today’s motorcycles are much better (made) than the old ones, but these are fun bikes.” Mr. Fisher used to ride, but said that after bypass surgery he prefers not to chance taking a spill on the road. “I’m just content to look at them,” he said. A few minutes later, he adds, “Did you go in the barn? My God! There’s a lifetime in there!”
For more information about Mr. Deihl and his work, call him at 843-520-0542 or go to his Web site,
http://www.franksclassiccycle.com
Copyright © 2004
The Capital, Annapolis, MD
Ute
Jump!
Las Vega again; this time a successful jump by the extremely talented Robbie Maddison, Red Bull stunt rider supreme. One New Year show was his leap of the Vegas facsimile of the Parisienne Arc de Triomphe. A long tall ramp gave him the perfect trajectory, and a ski jump landing let him down fairly gently. Just a dislocated thumb on landing was all he suffered; but I bet the adrenaline kept any discomfort at bay.

Another landmark, another city: this time London and Tower Bridge. Here the stunt rider leaps AND backflips over an open bridge deck. I remember my motorcycle commute in London crossing this bridge twice a day, but not like this! Sometimes the deck would be raised to allow ships to pass, the the first across were the motorbikes: couriers, commuters all, haring over an empty road.
Test Riders
Here’s a gaggle of road tester gaffs heading out for a zoom on the latest batch of motos from the Norton plant. I’m sure the A38 was a regular stomping ground to spin out the motors and supporting frames. Swing on up to Derby and Leeds beyond; or down to distant Exeter. Traffic back then was light too. “Ride Out Lads!”
Wallaces Ride Out!
Further to the earlier family snap here it’s companion: the kids camping on the beach cram aboard the Norton steed. My uncles bookend the line-up: David on the tank up front and Jimmy perched atop the pillion pad at the rear. My mother, Joan, sandwiched third from the back. The other kids? Family friends also living wild on the summertime Cresswell Dunes.
A nice photo of a clean example of the 16H – I now need to find one of these under an oily tarp in some barn now.
The final image? It’s the open hold of SS Thislegorm stacked with coral encrusted Nortons resting on the floor of the Red Sea after coming a cropper from some German ‘wolf’. These may be a bit beyond repair… As well as being a perfectly good marine habitat. A barn it’ll have to be!
Quack-quack
eleven eleven Armistice
Take a moment today to remember the fallen from past conflicts who served with absolute conviction of their comrades, family and country.
This Harley is heading into a ravaged Germany a day after the end of the horrific hostilities of trench warfare with passing horses and soldiers. One horse meets another.
Wheelie World
Sonic Boom
The short drive home was as uneventful as it usually is, until a rumbling splash of yellow muscle car pulled along side. A ’72 or thereabouts Ford Mustang Mach1. No buzz of a bumblebee here; just a grumble of a swarm of honey-seekers. The young lad driving it looked about sixteen…
Probably a 351 Cleveland V8 under that bulging hood.
Break Brake Broke Bloke
Disassembly of the brake master cylinder required a bit of force and sweat. The lever mount case cracked so I sawed it off. The cylinder spewed forth its grimy innards so they’re in a baggie with cleaner. Hopefully I can acquire a new mount, a rebuild kit, scrub the parts up and the job’ll be a gud un! These items are 300 bucks new so I’m avoiding being skint… The clean one pictured is a new one.
Here’s the rebuild kit:































