Elsinore Grand Prix 1971

A long time ago when dinosaurs roamed the earth was when I first got mixed up in dirt bike racing. My racing career was brief and not very spectacular except maybe for a couple of crashes. However, I did drag my Super-8mm camera around with me and shoot home movies.

Years ago I had the old movies copied to video tape and now I've begun copying them to digital format. The quality isn't real great but memories are fun. In fact the memories are more vivid that the colors remaining in 39 year old home movies.

I've posted the first footage on YouTube and PlanetPinned.com of some stuff I shot at the Elsinore Grand Prix in 1971. Sadly, I wasn't in the race but it was still grand to be there. It was every bit the event that Bruce Brown recorded in the single greatest movie of all time "On Any Sunday."

Anyway, here's the first of my home movies via YouTube:

1971 Elsinore Motorcycle Grand Prix

More to come as I get them processed. If you happen to have raced AMA District 38 off road stuff in the early '70s you might see some familiar bikes, people, and racing sites now long gone.

The Brass Bobber

I decided to put out a few more photos from the vintage bike show while I slog through the bulk of them. Here's one of my favorite bikes from the show.

Bobbers are in right now, a rebellion I think, against the over painted, over chromed, billet barge choppers that have been the fashion for several years now. The bobber was really the first stage of the evolution of the chopper from a stock bike and it's good to see riders and builders making a rebellous statement against the over priced customs that have lately come to represent custom bikes in the mind of the public.

Bobbers were always about individualizing a bike, making it different as a matter of self-expression, not merely following a fashion trend. I don't know, maybe bobbers are the new fashion trend but the rawness of the bikes probably makes it less interesting to those more concerned with fashion than building a mechanical "up yours!" bike. Too, most bobbers seem to have a solo seat so looking for fender fluff obviously isn't the first priority.



At the vintage bike meet last Sunday one of the more interesting machines on display and one that attracted a lot of attention was the bobbed '46 Harley WL put together by Clay Forrey. Forrey not only managed to capture what a bobber is all about but using brass and copper for a lot of the assorted bits managed to raise the raw image of the bobber to a nice bit of in-your-face art.

More excellence:































To cap it all off the bike was for sale and not with a pretty sign sitting next to it, Forrey took a magic marker and wrote the "4 Sale" and his phone number on the tank. You won't see that sort of subtle brilliance on a lot of bikes. I wish I had the money to spend and the butt and back to sit on that brass seat. Well done, Clay Forrey even if you probably don't give a rat's butt what I think.



A few more for your viewing pleasure.

















Details count. It takes more than a cut down bike and a rattle can of flat black paint to make a bobber.

Boy, Is My Face Red

1932 Indian Four owned by Bob Orr

The fair and lovely Debbie and I spent yesterday at the day at the 25th Annual Antique and Classic bike event yesterday in Phoenix. She wisely sat under a shady tree and worked on a watercolor painting while I roamed around taking a ton of pictures. Since I had the flash on the camera I wore my trusty Bultaco cap backwards and my face was essentially unshielded from the Arizona sun all day. By the time I got home Debbie said it looked like someone had pressed a hot iron to my face. Ah well, I got some good pictures. One above and the one below and more to come when I get done with the sorting editing and erasing of legs and butts that always show up in the background of bike meet photos.

1966 Triumph T120R Bonneville owned by Wayne Hamilton