Inspirational Quote

Abbey Clancy

photographer Solve Sundsbo
Esquire Magazine

Useful motorcycle

This single Dad crap means grocery shopping more than once a month for frozen burritos. Triumph top box got dusted off today to haul the goods.

Manhattan Cycles

Took my kid to see the Empire State Building today. Although mid-town is not a hotbed of two wheeled activity, I did catch a few bike pics.

Love in an elevator

KDI Honda in Hilliard Mill

Barry Weinstein

Von Dutch, 1966 photograph by Barry Weinstein, 1931-2011

Where is Billy Jack?

Crash n Donna's photostream

Weekendz

Finished moving into the new place on Friday. You never really know how many T shirts you have until you move. I shitcanned a large number of them. It was a difficult process. Each shirt is a postcard from a time or place in your past. I even threw away my first ever Harley shirt. It was given to me by a co-worker back in 92. We were both looking for a bike at the same time. I was researching the lexicon of Milwaukee and had decided I could afford a 70's FLH. He quickly bought a Sportster 1200, messed around with it for a while, got bored and sold it. He gave me a shirt that the dealer gave him. An evo engine on front and back with lightning all over. I kept it in my dresser until that day in March of 1993 when I bought my shovelhead.
Other rags reminded me of past girlfriends, almost forgotten road trips and even dead people. Throwing away memories.

After I lugged the last garbage bag full of my worldly possesions into my new flop, I headed down to the clubhouse for Murdercycles steak night. We had a nice crowd, considering it was raining.







Saturday was set up for the Ty Rods Swap Meet at Stafford Speedway and today was the 6am wakeup call to go sell some junk. Thin crowd, but a warm, sunny day.






Funniest momemt of the day was when we were leaving. Trying to snake the dually through the half empty rows, I ran over a metal beer cooler.
"Fuck, Guy! You ran ovah my coolah!" said the victim in his Rhode Island/Fall River accent. "Gimme twenty dollahs."


I said,"I'll give you twenty, but you gotta give us two dented beers."
"No way, twenty five", said Mr. Fall River.
Chet and I got out of the truck and the terms of our twenty dollar deal were quickly accepted.

I can't wait to ride my bike tomorrow, 3 days away from it and I need it like I need sleep..

Friday

Finished up my tenth 100 mile day by having a good breakfast at Zip's Diner out on Route 101. Good service and highly recommended. Then I rode to my new apartment to sign the lease. I totally broke down when I was inside and saw all of Max's mother's things and the hand painted notes to him from her. It's gonna be a rough transition from motorcycle playboy to full time dad.

Triumph Billy Spotted

on the Greasy Kulture Blog. His touring bike parked up on the curb in scenic Brooklyn, New York for the Invitational. Our Triumph hero.
see more at GKM

Two stroke, two chicks

Riding the Steve McQueen shuttle.

from Nigel Smuckatelli's Flickr photostream

Support your local dealer

I found a 1949 newsletter for the New England Motorcycle Dealers. Had some good news articles from the area and a bunch of cool ads. Burton Ives and Sheldon's are still in business today. Ives sells Honda and my shovelhead was bought new at Sheldon's.
One article said there was a crowd of 3,000 to watch bike racing at Stafford Speedway. That must have been a crazy day. It was still a dirt half mile back then.