Maine...Lobster, Lager and Much More!

Lobster and Lager!

1915 Adams Race Car


Reading Standard

Pierce Arrow Motor

Orient

Love Oilzum Stuff! Pennsylvania Crude!

Nice Line Up!

Wire to keep out the Riff Raff...

Indians, X-cetera

Benzine Powered?

Side Mounted Dash

1901 Indian

Adams Race Car Engine

26 JD

Just got back from the Coast of Maine this afternoon. I went up (7 hour ride) for some R&R...LobsteR and LageR. I found both, and much more!

Tucked between Lobster shacks and Moccasin shops was a building filled with old cars and low and behold...Old crusty motorcycles, just the way I like 'em. Reading Standards, Excelsior, Indians, Harley, cool motors, etc. I almost didn't even stop. It's an Auto Museum in Wells Maine, just south of Kennebunkport (where the Bush family hangs out). Nice people, when they found out I knew something about old bikes they opened up the chicken wire and let me have the run of the place. I could have stayed there all day...but hell I was on vacation and there was lobster and beer everywhere you turned! Shit they even put lobster in hot dog rolls up there!

Brookfield 2010 - Wet and Wild!

Late lunch stop just south of Hancock NY...The Cross Town Tavern

Child Care! Brookfield Style!

Caught a critter

The accommodations




Reminded me of my first HD


Just take the Fuckin' picture already! Boot Drying procedure

Petey

I saw the same Henderson car at Wauseon

If I wasn't riding I would own this basket

"Bolt On" and "Wild Bill"

Night Time at the local tavern

Brother "Bolt On" proudly displaying his drink chip which reads "I love this bar" as mayhem ensues outside

One of the locals "bleeding out" during a break in the festivities

A much calmer and drier ride home

The drink will flow and blood will spill...and if the boys wanna fight you better let 'em!

Ahhh Brookfield 2010. It was that time again! I hadn't started my 50 Pan since I returned home last year (see previous posts on that Odyssey). So what the heck I'll take it again this year!

Off with the cam cover, the wheels, the generator, the front fender, the brakes. Fix and replace tires and gaskets, tighten loose parts, change oil, shop vac out the crust in the gas tanks, tighten chains disassemble and clean clutches, etc. All the day before I'm supposed to leave!

Well Thursday morning was looking dreary and the Jersey crew was all waiting until Friday to head up. Work!? where are their priorities!!!

I was sitting in the local diner with my son Jesse looking out the window at the rain...maybe I'll wait 'til tomorrow and ride up with the boys...yeah that would be the sensible thing to do...nice weather, company, help if stranded...Fuck it! I'm leaving today!

I packed my tools, sleeping bag and tent. Duct tape and plastic wrapped everything up and hit the road. My goal was to be having a cheeseburger and a beer at the Crosstown Tavern just south of Hancock NY by 3:30PM. The rain really started coming down around Easton PA I was just hauling ass and only stopped for gas. It rained the whole way up with a little break here and there just to tease my dumb ass.

I hammered through the Delaware Water Gap on Rt 611 and through Marshall's Creek, passing all the bars me and Sam stopped at year before... Just make it to the Crosstown Tavern, was going through my head. I hit Rt 402 heading toward Lake Swollenballsack and man did it fuckin' rain! I couldn't see shit. That is about 34 miles of nothing through the woods (beautiful on a nice day). I hit Rt 6 and passed by Baer's Harley Davidson. My pan was loading up a bit from some slow going through town. I thought about stopping at Baer's and taking a leak and cleaning the plugs, getting dry...then I heard that voice...Just make it to the Crosstown Tavern...I hit the throttle hard outside of town and cleared it out. Rt 191 the last leg to the Crosstown! Another beautiful ride in nice weather...not today!

I finally arrived at the Crosstown...soaked to the skin...I sat down and ordered a beer and a burger, I looked at the clock on the wall and no shit it was 3:30! Made it!

Back on the Pan the rain had stopped! I headed into NY state 1 mile down the road. Shit gotta put on the Buco. I hit Rt 17 which is a major highway for about 11 miles and then off onto Rt 8. Things were looking great. I had about 60 miles to go when the rain started again and man did it rain!!! The last 50 miles of the trip was the worst rain of the day! I made it up Rt 8 and off into the thriving metropolis of Brookfield NY (Tavern, Court House, general store with one gas pump and the Beaver Den Diner). I pulled into the fair grounds just outside of "town". The Empire Chapter folks were gracious and offered me a dry spot in the barn to set up my tent and dry off. It was great that I didn't have to set up in the down pour! What sleeping I did was on concrete...NICE!

I'll have to finish this tale later...happy hour is over in a 30 minutes!

PANSTOCK 2010!

Got the T shirt
I rode the "Black Jersey Pan" back to it's homeland

Pit stop

Pit Stop Along the Way

Richie's Pan

Nice 39

WTF

Panhead Parking

Took a ride to Jersey yesterday to attend Panstock 2010 (which by the way is still going on as I type this). I had to head back last night. I put about 200 plus miles on the Black Jersey Pan and it ran great. We met early and took a 50 mile tour through Jersey with a couple of pit stops along the way. The weather was perfect. I'm not sure exactly how many bikes went on the ride but I stopped counting at 60 at our first stop. Plenty more showed up at the party later.

Richie throws a great bash, there were plenty of old bikes, food, drink, burnout pit, live band, etc. and I ran into some people I haven't seen in 20 years. I also met a bunch of people who are into old bikes and good times.

When we arrived at the party, Richie's dad pulled right into the burnout pit and smoked up his dresser! (He said he needed a new tire anyway). Others followed and there was plenty of noxious black smoke to go around.

I always say I hate going back to Jersey but to be honest... it felt good to be back in my old Jersey element again. (except for having to wear that fucking helmet!)

Thanks Richie!

Oh by the way...I tried to put the pictures in chronological order but I always fuck that up.

41 FL TT back at it...

I've been picking up hardware and various little parts all summer for the 41 TT. I had these cool old accessory emblems around for years and they are a perfect fit for the paint scheme. Getting the tank strips on has been another story. I had my painter come by and trim the paint on the backing strips to help me get the NOS trim strips to snap on...what a bitch! I am not used to nice paint and shine so this is especially frustrating to me. I need to finally get this bike finished up... it has been on the back burner for about ten years now!

39 EL Tanks and Fender

Mocking it up

The rear fender came with my Dirty Nine 20 years ago.

The tanks I scored at Wauseon between the racing!

I picked up these sweeeet 36-39 EL tanks a Wauseon. Just what I needed! I think I have everything else to complete this thing now. I semi bolted up the rear fender to get a feel for it. I need to throw some paint on the cradle tubes of the frame where it was fixed and then start bolting stuff up permanently. It looks like the engine will get built in the fall.

Wauseon Hand Shift 2010

Starting Line

Heat of battle...

Nine HDs and Indians line up for the HEAT race (pre Fire)

Mike with his Board Tracker

Comin' out of staging

Crankin' up Ol' Thirty Three

Some pics from the Wauseon hand shift class heat races in no particular order.