Badge – colorfully embroidered patches to adorn your leather garb. These aren’t your usual gang colors but a way of celebrating your Brit ride.
See a Needle pulling Thread
Rad V-Eight
Surfs Up! A golden varnish accenting on a cool 1940 Ford Woodie Station Wagon. Blue sky reflecting on polished hub caps and a long board strapped to the roof. Vintage destination decals adorn the rear windows and a Native American blanket covers the rear seats. So Cal here we come! Parked at a gas station forecourt in Wilmette IL.
Purple Tank
Photo Finish – absolute realism is created in this ultra detailed painting from the superlative hand of James Hollingsworth. https://www.neilhollingsworth.com/
Look at his other works of ordinary objects and wartime aircraft. The light on them is perfect.
City Livin’
McCallum – back in the late nineties I lived in London; and it was there I took to motorcycles as a means of transport. Also at that time was a television show where the talented Scottish actor John Hannah played the titular yet unassuming role of a clinical pathologist. Like myself, this character managed to scoot about the Big Smoke on a motorcycle. He on a sharp black Triumph Thunderbird 900; I zinged about on a 125 Cagiva… I felt every bit as cool as our urbane character. I actually saw him in an East End pub about this time too.
Fat bottomed girls they’ll be riding today
I want to ride my bicycle- This 1903 Triumph safety bike has such an elegant shape. With a sinuous open frame to allow women to pedal in their skirts. These old human powered machines just look so perfect in their functional purpose. The advert to the left is a mid-Century model promoting the bike as a form of exercise; though the dropped cross bar seems a tad dated.
‘shop scene
Morrie’s Place – the busy workshop at Ed Zenders place is a hive of activity. With all four workstands taken up with motorcycles under repair, a workbench full of engines, parts, tools; and more bikes awaiting attention, there’s a healthy dose of work in this great vintage ‘shop. Overhead the old signs herald days past when more local garages kept owners rides roadworthy.
Moo
Roof Crossing
Tuning Fork
By a Nose
Boxing Clever
Beemer Smile – perfect riding weather today. A smashing round trip of 125 miles into Wisconsin, where the smooth roads roll across hay fields and shady woodland. We stopped at the ever hospitable Ed Zenders where row upon row of classic bike lie. We spied an older BMW parked on the grass, Ed’s current daily ride; he got it from the original owner who purchased it in 1953 new at Abt, a Chicago dealer. Period photo from ’57 shows proud said owner. He said ‘take her for a spin.’ It’s a 1953 BMW R68. A 600cc solidly built teutonic speedster which when given enough throttle smoothly wound up effortlessly to a die straight 70. A truly nice gesture on Eds part that put a grin on my face.










