Sunday, January 31, 2010

And the winner is.. Ted Evans Daytona 1939

Boys and their toys

Leo Anthony I believe


A few observations about this mount. Two front down tubes, a hand clutch and a foot shift. Very fancy for 1946.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

A Motley Crew indeed


I thought I'd return the favor. Who's the good looking fella on the left? And yes I have some more pics of the bike mystery man.

Early HA club rider


Pretty cool picture I have of a Hells Angel club rider from the mid 50s. Thought I'd share this one with you. I like it cuz of the early "bumble bee" patch that you don't get to see so much.

Back from the war and ready to roar!


A little more race action from 1946. Big bikes, little air.

Friday, January 29, 2010

13 Rebel Racer..... Southern Ascot 1940


I know who this 13 Rebel is and those of you good with a computer will cheat, but for all you history buffs, can you name the rebel? And by the way thanks so much Ed. Hope to see more real soon.

More 1946 action

Racing 1946 style


This to me is racing. Dirt path in a cow pasture. Grass on both sides. Rigid machines modified from stock. Maybe not the fastest, but definitely the purest.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

What does she see in that motorcycle man?

Early Triumph Racer



Need a little help identifying this racer. I'm assuming it's "Bob." Can anyone help identify?

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

I love this stuff

These are a few of my favorite things...


An old Chevy, a Triumph and a dog. What else could a feller need?

Monday, January 25, 2010

Seriously guys, where's my bike?


Welcome to the past paced world of motorcycle dirt track racing!

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A couple of real JDs ehh?


Hows about a little Knuckle Trumpet action with these cool cut downs.

Biker Chick?


She's got the cap and the kidney belt, but where's the bike? And the pants? Well I guess she becomes a member of the biking world with that burn scar she gonna have on her inner leg. I got one. How 'bout you?

Saturday, January 23, 2010

It looks like we got ourselves a party.


I beleive this was taken at one of the famous Hap Jones parties in the 40s

Friday, January 22, 2010

The Hillclimber

You said a mouth full mister.


Supposedly these were taken at Daytona. I imagine in the 50's. Ain't the internets great?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Roaches MC


Ok this is later era than I usually post, but I keep a collection of club colors on file and saw this one featured in a movie the other day. I always liked it cause well it's pretty stupid. Can any one guess or does anyone know what movie these colors were featured in?

On yer marks! Git set! A go!

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Monday, January 18, 2010

Mmmmm Bar-B-Que

Kevin's Mom


Another great photo sent to us by Kevin of his mother.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

Saturday, January 16, 2010

He was born overheated


Found this picture of the internets. Apparently it is an old 50s picture of a Harley rider.

The One That Got Away. A FHJ short story.

Seems as though everyone has a story like this. I'll share mine with you. When I was a teenager we used to visit a family friend's ranch. My dad called it the Ponderosa. It was pretty exciting to a boy that grew up in the city to experience some "country livin." The thing about the ranch that excited me more than anything was the little Indian Scout that leaned up against the tack room wall. To me it was the most beautiful bike in the world. It was small compared to the big twins, but she was sure fast. Or at least I thought so. The red paint had faded some over the years, but it was an original color for sure. There were even a few streaks of gray primer showing through where the paint had worn. I used to climb aboard that little bike and ride it around the Ponderosa. I thought I was pretty cool. I also thought I really knew what I was doing with the shifting and clutching. In reality I probably looked like a fool trying to ride that Scout. It was the same thing year after year. It was like that bike was just waiting for me. Even after not seeing her all year she would always start right up for me. Just a little gas, a little priming and BAM we were off and riding. Seems like that all I did when I was there was tinker with that bike. I did truly love that little bike. Now enter my stupidity. When I got to be around eighteen or so the trips to the ranch weren't as frequent. At eighteen you don't want the family trips and you know pretty much everything there is to know, so you strike out on your own. I had a plan. I thought it was a good plan, but these things seldom are. I was going to get me a big twin Harley. The owner of the Scout had offered her up to me for little more than a song, but I respectfully declined. As much as I loved that Scout, I was concerned that it just wasn't right for me. After all to be cool I needed a big twin and it had to be a Harley. Sure Indians were cool, but Harleys were where it's at for a young man. So I passed and left the Scout behind. I knew I was going to miss her, but I had to stay focused on my goal. Over the years I had many bikes. Some good, some bad, but never any as good as that little Scout. I kicked myself in the ass a lot over the years for not buying that bike. I tried to find one like her but never could. Flash forward twenty years or so. I was at a show looking at the bikes and you'll never guess what I saw. It was my little Indian. she was standing in line amongst all the other bikes, but she looked great. No restoration for her, she looked just as good as she ever had. An original Indian Scout. There was a little more Gray showing through the red paint but other than that she was the same. Now I know your asking how did I know it was the same bike. We'll a feller can tell these things. Plus I had memorized the serial number so long ago. 3333. How can you forget? Well I asked the owner if he'd sell her and of course he said "no." I made an offer and again "no." I took a few pictures of my long lost friend and moved on down the line. The moral of the story for me is this. Who cares what others think. Do what you want. If you want the little Indian Scout get it. Don't spend your life regretting that you passed on a good bike just because you were concerned it wasn't right for you. Just cause the other guys are riding something else, doesn't mean you have to.

Another completely made up story from the mind of FHJ.

Loaded Side Valve


Some nice period options on this bike. I'm liking the elusive wheel cover up front.

Friday, January 15, 2010

The Pierce


I'm no engineer or a theater major, but to a guy like me that frame looks like overkill.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Ain't nothing like the life of a Hollywood stunt man.


This was supposedly taken at Ascot in So Cal. As there were a few Ascots, anyone know for sure? By the way, the title for this pics comes from the movie Hooper with Burt Reynolds and the guy from Airwolf whose name escapes me right now.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

I love this guy


This guy is awesome. Check out them ears! I just can't get past them ears!

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Hey Red, what's cooking?



Why are there so many beautiful red headed models when you see so few in the world?

Friday, January 8, 2010

Happy Birthday E! and little C


Wing Nuts wish a very happy birthday to both Elvis and Cashel.

Can you guess?


Can anyone guess where this feller's from?

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

"OK, now get off"


It's not for me. It's for us. It's a hobby we can do together. Yeah right.

Roadside Fix


Looks like a "late" model Scout around '49 or '50. That's most likely why he's broken down.

Monday, January 4, 2010

More of the Board Brothers


Rowan feel free to add any background information to these pictures.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Reg Board


'Reg Board, Excelsior Manxmam 250cc 1935,

Reg raced this bike in the Manx GP IOM 1934-5-6'

Our friend across the pond sent us these great pics. Thanks Rowan.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Triumph Rider Controls


Wes got me the Triumph Workshop Instruction Manual for 1945 to 1955. It has already helped me out greatly.

The flyin' pan


No photoshop ladies and gentlemen, just unadulterated air.