Intrigue – I would really like to ride one of these stretch fork’d, low saddl’d, ape bar’d, red, red, red bobber chopper. Probably very particular in corners and surly over potholes but with a tightened belt, and steady throttle grip. It’s called Hard Knox
Yeehaar!
Freddie Mercury- today he would have been seventy, impossible to fathom; forever seen as that exuberant performer who stole the worlds attention at Wembley in ’85 for LiveAid. I remember when this video would come on Top of the Pops and the big motorcycle playing a pivotal role in his leathered persona was impressive to an eight year old.
I gotta be cool, relax, get hip
And get on my track’s
Take a back seat, hitch-hike
And take a long ride on my motorbike
Until I’m ready (Ready Freddie)
Crazy little thing called love
Naught to Sixty – half of a decent Lzbor Day weekend ride earlier today. However the electrical gremlins woke up 40 mile out. Cut short Lake Geneva destination and sauntered back without lights. Nothing a strip of black tape can’t fix…
Home Straight – I might have said that before but I believe we’re out of the tunnel and enjoying the scenery. New muffler with chicanery mounted piping allows a few runs up and down the alley. New front brake shoes, sorted a catching throttle cable and the riding feels more plated. Still a little honing but nothing too serious.
It was April 5 2013 when I picked up the frame and engine cases..http://wp.me/p201Lz-193
La Seine –
Sur le pont des arts
Mon cœur vacille
Entre deux eaux
L’air est si bon
Cet air si pur
Je le respire
Nos reflets perchés
Sur ce pont
Upon the bridge
My heart does beat
Between the waves
We will be saved
The air we breathe
Can you believe?
Learn to forgive upon the bridge.
Vanessa Paradis
AutoCAD – someone adept at the ubiquitous vector graphic drafting program created a clean side view of a featherbed framed Triton. Triton was Poseidon’s son – per yesterday’s post with his Trident.
Poseidon’s Pitchfork – or The Trident. A triple lunged lout from the seventies. It saw good form on the track both in Meriden and Small Heath BSA trim; look up Slippery Sam. Aearly superbike so to speak. This example is for sale locally, the owner asking $4,500. I’d like to give one of these a go.
My buddy Dean saw this sales card in a Sears store where the automotive tools were. Craftsman ratchet and spark plug socket being put to good use on a bobber Triumph. The image is used in a number of advertising guises.
Blow your own Trumpet – an illustrators version of some internal combustion instrument. Taking the exhaust via sissy-bar piping to a flute-like horn. Kiwi artist is Kelvin Mann who creates a kind of Heath Robinson quirk.
Spot the Reedus – people on the Mighty Interweb have come up with classic photoshopped images using vintage photos, postcards or adverts dropping in Norman Reedus. This Johnson Motors Triumph ad is one such example, just needs his winged leather vest.
Stormin’ Norman – Reedus that is, zombie hunter, crossbow wielder, and motorcycle rider. Likes his Triumphs as see here with a Hammarhead Jack Pine set-up scrambler. A decent scoot for haring around an undead populated Georgia.
Riding Dead – we’re binge watching our way through six seasons of The Walking Dead. The wandering ‘biters’ just don’t stop. Unless they have their heads cudgeled in, chopped off with a katana, of blown through with a 45. Here is actress Lauren Cohan who portrays Maggie Greene at some promotional event on a Triumph Scrambler.
Daryl Dixon, (Norman Reedus) crossbow wielding Triumph Chopper rider looks on. Playboy bunnies are the backdrop. We shall continue over the weekend with Mr Reedus who likes his Brit Iron.
Evening Ride – a truly pleasant venture up north as the dusk settled into dark. Scent of trees wafting across the road and peeping cateyes define the winding road ahead. Bike was running like the proverbial top.
Hump Day – advert from seventies chopper magazine. When you need a break lush ride for yourself and the pillion then look no further than Chi-Town Products. 64 colors!
LSD – There’s a road I’d like to tell you about, lives in my home town
Lake Shore Drive the road is called and it’ll take you up or down
From rags on up to riches fifteen minutes you can fly
Pretty blue lights along the way, help you right on by
And the blue lights shining with a heavenly grace, help you right on by
And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin’ on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
And it starts up north from Hollywood, water on the driving side
Concrete mountains rearing up, throwing shadows just about five
Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine
There ain’t no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive
And there’s no peace of mind, or place you see, than riding on Lake Shore Drive
And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town
Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound
And it’s Friday night and you’re looking clean
Too early to start the rounds
A ten minute ride from the Gold Coast back make sure you’re pleasure bound
And it’s four o’clock in the morning and all of the people have gone away
Just you and your mind and Lake Shore Drive, tomorrow is another day
And the sunshine’s fine in the morning time, tomorrow is another day
And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town
Just snaking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound.
Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah 1971
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