“A mole.”
A neat tee! Army green ready to tunnel with the best of ’em and pound your baseball on the cooler wall. Triumph name too. Waiting for more reasonable Target prices. Sixty bucks for a T-shirt IS a bit steep!
‘Ives, what do you call a mole in Scotland?”
Cooler King
This iconic image from The Great Escape says it all: Hilts, Moto, Germans. Well someone in the Chicago area has s recreated Triumph TR6 TGE bike that is available for purchase.

Including HALT sign, all you’d need is a barbed wire fence and Swiss border. And somewhere to tote your baseball glove…. And wirecutters .

Back to the moto: it a very clean mechanical recreation in gunmetal grey to look like a German wartime beemer. Which is what Bud Skins did for the movie. A wee bit of artistic license to maintain coolness; I’m fine with that!

Snoopy & Woodstock
Charles M. Schultz created the worldly characters of Peanuts headed by the confidence-lacking-though-persistence-forging Charlie Brown. The voiceless side characters of the beagle Snoopy and bird Woodstock add a vaudevillean duo to the proceedings. Snoops thoughts gave a consciousness to Chuck’s yearnings….
He even traveled in space … NASA naming Apollo 10’s Command and Lunar module Charlie Brown and Snoopy respectively.

LM snoopy approaches the CM above the lunar surface.

Gene Cernan and Ron Evans with their comm ‘Snoopy’ caps… Like Baron von Snoopy’s ace flying cap…. Or his black puppy ears…

Here he is on the moon!
Happy Valentines Day!
Mach One
“There was a demon that lived in the air. They said whoever challenged him would die. Their controls would freeze up, their planes would buffet wildly, and they would disintegrate. The demon lived at Mach 1 on the meter, 750 miles an hour, where the air could no longer move out of the way. He lived behind a barrier through which they said no man could ever pass. They called it: The Sound Barrier. Then, they built a small plane, the X1, to try and break the sound barrier. And men came to the High Desert in California to ride it. They were called test pilots. And no one knew their names.”
from Tom Wolfe’s The Right Stuff
Today is Brigadier General Charles “Chuck” Yeager’s 91st birthday. Over a colored aviation career stretching from P51 Mustang fighter piloting through flying AND testing many of the worlds fastest aircraft through the majority of the jet age he had surely ‘seen it all’.

His warbird in the European theater was called Glamorous Glennis. After his sweetheart.

Kitted for supersonic flight in an F-100 Super Saber.

Here his sits in the nose of the bullet shaped Bell X1. Another Glamorous Glennis in which he pushed through that Demon Barrier and forged a new age of aviation onwards. Remember this is only forty five years after Wilbur and Orville took Flyer One across the dunes of Kittyhawk North Carolina.
Pure Talent
Two scots and an englishman walk onto a track: Seven World Championships between them. They evoke the very best of British racing in true form. Jackie, Jim and Graham. They took the race to the teetering edge and secured thrones in the high dais of Legend. Many believe Jim would have gone on to many more wins but was taken on that fateful day in ’68 at Hockenheim.
Boys
Smokes and Moto
Unapproachable
Singles: gotta love ’em! Especially the Norton. Race bike extraordinaire with looks to match.

This striking poster says it all: tested in the anger of speed competition, ready for action.

Here’s a pristine example of a 1948 model. The silver/grey with black look perfect for the Norton. Its like a period black and white photograph brought to life.
Fins
L-Plates
Everyone can remember the first time they released the clutch giving a whiff of throttle…. What better moto than the Triumph Cub to do it on!

Boiler-suited student and their mentor looking happy in the sun in this image. His eyes are on a Bonnie at the dealers… Hang on son! Put a few miles under yer belt on the Cubbie first!
Tigers Tale
Tank Art: a hand painted Triumph Cub tank complete with tiger, Catalina GP name and a signature from Ed Kretz Jr. Who raced the Catalina in 1956 on an early Cub to victory.

Ed, who passed away last September at the age of 81, was son of legendary Ed ‘Iron Man’ Kretz sr. (#38). Here younger Ed after that Californian win.

Here’s a link to his blog with many fabulous motorcycling racing photos of him and his father. Kretz Blog
Better go now Easy Rider has just started on the telly!
Glendale Bikers
A fantastic image was unearthed today courtesy of Tom Day showing a gathering of a local motorcycle club in the market town of Wooler in North Northumberland (where I grew up).

Taken in about ’51 or ’52 it captures the youth of the day admiring their motos and talking biking. Mostly a bunch of BSA ZB31’s; the sporty 350 single of the day. A couple of postwar Norton 16H’s may be there too. I’m told one of the lads may be my brother-in-law’s father. To be confirmed by the man himself…

Here’s a clean example of this BSA in modern technicolor.
Sprockets
A new front sprocket arrived in the mail yesterday. Fourteen teeth. Nice long unworn teeth that haven’t been chomping on a chain for miles and miles and miles.

The original setup is an eighteen tooth front sprocket and forty eight tooth rear wheel one. That gives a ratio from the gearbox of 2.66:1. With the 14 front and a big sixty tooth one that will give me a ratio of 4.30:1. Nearly a 60% increase. A good trials gearing!

Dieter says: “You are beautiful and angular.”
Brasso Racer
“There is something deeply appealing about this class of machine. It reeks of backyard camaraderie and track-day competition that allowed the pilot to test his design, tuning and raw ability against the rest of the field. There is also an underlying modesty in this class of bike that must beguile the race scene of today which is full of laptop-tuned bullets that offer more corporate signage than anything else. Standing in contrast to the general classic scene, originality is not what you look for in this class of bike. It is the sum of the parts used, the authorship of the machine. This period racer has a 1957 frame and a 1959 engine and John Anderson built it in the mid-1970s. Well constructed and looking the business, it features a hand-built aluminium oil tank and battery box. Reputedly raced by Anderson’s wife, it has very heavy compression and lumpy cams and, of course, runs on methanol so it was not designed as a pub runner but an an “On any Sunday” classic. Note the old Brasso can for the oil catchment!”














