1964 FLH with sidecar
Ring a ding ding ding ding
Swap Meet Goodies
Cast iron seat tee $35 (ebay price $75-$120)
WLA army ignition switch $25 (ebay price $75-$299)
Carlisle 400.19 tire $15 (ebay price $50-$150)
Moral of the story: swap meets are still your best bet for good deals on parts, and it helps support the sport. It's more fun to find that item you're lookin' for too - and you meet the nicest people.
Farmington

Marty Dickerson
I'm going to see Marty Dickerson this weekend at the Antique Motorcycle Club of America Viking Chapter Meet in St. Paul, MN. Marty is a west coast racer who set many records in the 1950s aboard his trusty Vincent. He's making an appearance - and it's good to go meet the legends of the sport. The theme for this year's event is "classic racers" and that can mean only one thing - plenty of old KRs, XRs, XLRs, CRs . . . they'll all be there with a classic ride to Porky's Drive-In on Friday night. Can't wait ! (PS. Remember - Marty was portrayed in World's Fastest Indian . . .)Walt
Noot's CH
Noot's '65 with Sprint tank and Bates seat with white leather. XLR exhaust pipes (before they had aftermarket) and you had to send them in to get chromed. The "Header Photo" shows Bob Heft's WILD THING with XLR pipes and cylinder heads. I guess it ran pretty hard - but, he couldn't really tune the thing. So he was fast depending on the weather and humidity. Those were the days . . . (I would climb all over the apple tree - and it's just a runt shown here)
a '57 . . . and a '67
(Photo stolen from the XL Forum)
1929
Don Castro
Former Yamaha factory rider Don Castro raced this custom Triumph motorcycle (only one time I believe) at the 1972 running of the San Jose Mile. The bodywork was to help streamline the bike and cut the wind - for faster mph. I guess the AMA didn't like it - so, they outlawed bodywork of any kind for good. Hey, it's dirt track, not road racing.This racer was equipped with a lap counter so Castro could help keep track what lap he was on . . .
Law Enforcement
The other night I was racin' around in our little town - bored as shit. I ran it hard through the gears on all my smooth backroads on the edge of the city. The place was dead. No cruising scene - no motorcycles - no action. Then out of the blue, about a 1/2 mile ahead, I see a motorcycle tail-light. I crank on the throttle to catch up. Run a couple red lights, roll through a few stop signs. XLR pipes were cack'lin. I catch the guy (maybe someone I know?) and guess what? It's a cop on a Harley ! Whoops. Luckily, it was the one I know best. Actually before he was an officer, we were both drunk once, and put my Chevelle in the river with a car load of girls. So I cruised with the cop on patrol for awhile. "Hey fella, just where do you think you're goin'? . . . "Anywhere but here man !"
Old Box Art
Run to the River . . .
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