There is a subset of bicycle collectors, and I just happen to know that BSA bikes are very popular indeed. You would like to have your Mum's bike for a fact.
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There is a subset of bicycle collectors, and I just happen to know that BSA bikes are very popular indeed. You would like to have your Mum's bike for a fact.
It was a nice looking thing, a really nice grey colour with nice ornate accoutrements and fittings. Really quality build. I wish I still had it. I have a picture of my mum at about 16 with it. She was a pretty blonde girl...I'll dig the photo up someday, maybe do a post.
My Mom was about 12 when she got her first motorcycle ride. A guy was snuffing around her oldest sister and Grandma made him take mom for a ride before she'd allow her eldest to leave the yard with him.
It was an Indian (pre war, of course) and the guy went on to pretty big fame as a Hydroplane driver. My mom cried at the pictures of his death in a crash that were in Life Magazine. She had a wicked crush on him all those years.
Oh man, sad story. I like hearing stories of the old days though, the way people would court...It's all Tinder and RSVP these days. Fucking odd as fuck.
On a side note...I looked at an Indian early this year, a new one. Was so close to getting it. Faith put the wet blanket on it at the end...I don't blame her...So many fuckers on the road watching their phone and not the road.
You have to be full on defensive every minute you are riding. It's why I really like lightly traveled back roads.
That new Indian is a serious piece of gear, isn't it? I've test ridden a couple and they ride as good as they look. I'd really like to have a Roadmaster parked in my patio...
So the Rex Manchester story is part of the reason my mom was always supportive of my desire to ride.
Yep, I used to ride fairly aggressively, staying out if blind spots and away from traffic. Love me a good open road though, less traffic, more enjoyment.
I'll good Rex, see if his story comes up.