To Feed a Soul
“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life ― and travel ― leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks ― on your body or on your heart ― are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.” Anthony Bourdain 1955-2018
Louche Ladies – a gang hits the highway spearheaded by the gals who blaze the biker trail lookin’ for trouble. Period machines, from left to right, look like a Triumph, Harley Davidson Sportster and Norton. Wide american handlebars ensure a fist-punch pose.
photo found by my father.
Dredd – Forget the Stallone Dredd; the one to watch is with Karl Urban, who gave his all to the lantern jawed, growling lawman of Mega City One in the 2012 Film. Here the antipodean actor looks quite at home on his caféd Bonneville. He’s also 46 today.
D-Day June 6th 1944 saw the landing of the Supreme Headquarters Allied Expeditionary Force along the Normandy coastline. The beachhead that saw the beginning of the invasion of mainland Europe to free its people from the clutches of Nazi occupation.
This Triumph mage shows some dispatch riders disembarking from a Landing Craft Tank LST with their Matchless G3/L’s onto one of the beaches. Everyone arrived with wet feet and many under a hail of bullets.
June 5 1968 – Senator Robert ‘Bobby’ Kennedy was shot on the campaign trail for President of the United States. Just five years after his brother Jack, and two short months after Rights activist Martin Luther King. The event rang an ominous peal in the events of ’68 which saw the country turn on itself in political, social, civil, and military turmoil. He was a beacon of a bright future that the US so desperately needed.
Here someone had created chopper art with RFK gunning a double vee-twin drag bike named after his wife Ethel.
I have an idea for a novel: Jack & Bobby weren’t assassinated, the moon landings continued, Vietnam was a short military skirmish, John Jr is current a President and the Soviet Union is still in place… that’s the alternative historical context.. I just need a seed for a storyline…
Choices (Part 2) – the Swiss Army like Tiger 800 which is a Do-it-all machine or the burly second generation Speed Triple the Muscle from East Leicestershire. Any color as long as it’s black!
A or B – a modern retro such as the Thruxton, or the practical distance tool like the Trophy.
Hound – it takes a canine nose to enjoy the fast winds from a moving vehicle. Especially if it’s a cafe racer. Be-goggled pup smiles and wags their tail to promote speed conjuring components.
Pucker Up – this lass gives us a sly kiss for the coming weekend as she wheels along some New York City Borough. Cherry red Triumph Thruxton ensures coolness fit for her shades.
Woodcut Wheelie! Stunning black and red print-like graphic of some riding dude hauling their Triumph onto its back wheel.
BAAK Moto – proud custom Thruxton tracker parked-up on a warmly lit French street waiting to take its owner around le campagne de Massif Central. Wot a bruiser!
Fences – Another photo from the weekend ride. Sun sinking in the West across the expansive North Shore gardens; farm fields; and spring-fresh woodland. Lilac hedges waft heady scents in the cool dusk breeze.
Vanishing Point – where perspective meets and parallel lines converge. Traveling the road the future draws nearer and the present recedes behind you. On a bike you feel at rest whilst the world screams past in a fleeting blur. Sometimes you just need speed man, to feel alive.
Shadow Bar – the evening light with its low warm illumination lights up the orange tanked Bonnie to good effect. The shadow of you and your bike speeding along beside you is quite mesmerizing.
Evening Ride – after a hot day the cooler air before sunset was perfect for an early summer jaunt up to Lake Bluff.
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