DAYTONA 2012 SHOW NEWS


A half-million bikers were expected to roar into town for the 71st Daytona Bike Week. Uhh, probably not… Bike Week got pushed back because NASCAR bumped their opening race, the Daytona 500, back a week and the Daytona International Speedway requires a week to convert the track from cars to motorcycles. What does this have to do to attendance? Reports filtered in over the sandy streets. Many enthusiasts rolled in a week early… some because they didn’t know and some because their time-shares were locked in.

Because Bike Week got pushed it fell smack into the center of spring break. The amazing benefits included a combination of leather and bikinis. This year action on and off the beach tossed the coastline nearly 24/7.
I peeled down to Daytona to produce the final U.S. Nationals of the Ultimate Builder Custom Bike Show series located at the Ocean Center, 400 feet from the boardwalk and the Atlantic Ocean.

I invited Paul Aiken, of Aeromach USA, to stay with me, as he provides unlimited Makers Mark and cigars during rallies. After I made these carefully calculated arrangements, we received a call from Harley to cover their Ride-In Show, since I will produce another AMD affiliate show with the factory in Milwaukee later this year (Check Out Bikernet.com’ Facebook for coverage). I was honored to be involved, so I added our videographer to our room arrangements. He’s a stub of a man, who would rather stare in a lense, than drink my precious whiskey. Plus, he’s my older brother, and we’ve shared show duties for over a decade.

While I set up the Ultimate Builder show during load-in day, I got a call from Dar Holdsworth, the boss of Brass Balls Bobbers, almost the last production chopper builder still standing. It turns out his room reservations had fallen through–what the hell does that mean? What could we do? He recently finished building my bike. He was a brother, we couldn’t leave him standing on a Daytona street corner during spring break. We opened our rooms, and rolled in the bunk beds.

If the window-rattling snoring didn’t keep you awake the wallpaper-peeling farts sure did. I developed whiskey-induced anti-snoring techniques that gave me just enough peaceful time to fall back asleep, before it all started again. I took a shot or two, and jumped on the opposite side the bed. It bounced violently, which would lift the offender, (George our videographer), into the air and disrupted his 2-stroke snoring pattern. The terrorist attacks on his sleep patterns may have fucked with his much-needed rest, as he looked like hell by the end of the week.

Blue skies filled Daytona’s aura like warm lollipops for the entire week. It was photographically perfect and warm with the mercury hovering in the high ’70s / low ’80s. Maybe the week schedule alteration was a blessing?

The Harley-Davidson Ride-In Show on Wednesday drew a great turnout. Harley closed Beach Street for the day and over 120 motorcycles rode in for the event. A sea of enthusiasts kept the show area jammed.

Bikers as far away as Germany showcased there fabrication chops. Daytona bike week is truly an international event. The H-D ride-in show was sponsored by American Iron Magazine. Buzz Kantor, the publisher provided expert commentary on the PA during the show. He’s an antique bike collector, and loves to pontificate, describing the antique bikes in attendance.

We interviewed several builders/owners/editors to find out how they caught their two-wheel fever and what Harley-Davidson means to them.


Kim from Rotten Choppers @ H-D Ride-In Show

Rich Bazzanella lays down killer paint at the H-D Ride-In Show.
 

To top off the event the amazing artist, Peregro, created an incredible portrait of Willie G. live on-stage during the Harley-Davidson Ride-In Custom Bike Show, just as the awards ceremonies began. It was later auctioned off, with the proceeds going to the MDA.

By the end of the day, we were pumped and ready for the United States Championship of the Ultimate Builder Custom Bike Show. It ran from Wednesday until Saturday in the Ocean Center. It was the culmination of the four-month, 11 city tour which began in San Mateo, Ca in November of 2011. Thirty percent of the entrants shipped their bikes from previous Ultimate Builder shows to compete with the big dogs of the industry.
 

 

Interview with the magnificent Willie G. by Bob Kay the Ultimate Builder Master of Ceremonies.

 

 Interview with Willie’s son Bill Davidson.
 
Routinely AMD affiliate competitions showcase multi-million dollars worth of rolling two-wheel art. Daytona is the home of the Spring show competition, with shows glistening on almost everyday during Bike Week. This is metalflake and chrome nirvana affording winter builders their first and foremost opportunity to present their pre-riding season accomplishments to the entire industry.
 

 And now an interview with an old friend of Bandit’s Steve Piehl.

AND THE WINNERS ARE…
 

Jeremy Cupp from LC Fabrications took the win in the FreeStyle Class with Old Black at the US Championship of the Ultimate Builder Custom Bike Show. His 1976 Harley-Davidson XL is built on a hillclimber chassis and sports two reversed heads, dual Amal carbs and custom open-rocker valve train. Special features include jackshaft dual drive chains and dual rear drum brakes.

Cupp founded LC Fabrications in an effort to keep his passion for motorcycles, machines, and anything with wheels alive. LC Fabrications specializes in custom parts for Sportsters and modern Triumphs and they have the ability to put nearly anything into metal.

FreeStyle Winners

1 – Jeremy Cupp, LC Fabrications – Old Black, 1976 Sportster
2 – Steve Broyles, Stevenson’s Cycle – GL Special, 2007 Stevenson’s Bobber
3 – Steve Galvin, Wikked Steel – Pipe Dreams, 2012 Wikked Steel

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Steve Iacona of Iacona Custom Cycles took the Modified Harley Class at the 2012 US Championship. His bike, Challenger, has both Board Tracker and Cafe Racer influences. He won $4,000 dollars in price money as well as a 120 cubic inch, Screamin Eagle engine, provided by Harley-Davidson.

Special features include hand fabricated fuel tank, rear fender tail section with built in oil tank, exhaust pipes, and tips, handle bars, rear peg sets, headlight number plate, seat suspension, taillight, battery box, steering damper mounts and motor mounts.

Ignition coils are located near the battery box along with all electrical connections. Brake and oil lines are hand-formed stainless steel. The Sportster frame has been converted to a hardtail. Engine rebuilt using Buell heads and cylinders, dual 30mm Mikuni carburetors, stainless steel hardware and has been re-powder coated.

Modified Harley Winners

1 – Steven Iacona, Iacona Custom Cycles – Challenger, 1996 Harley-Davidson
2 – Copper Mike Cole, Gravesend Cycles – Coppa Choppa, 1939 Harley-Davidson
3 – Randall Medard, Pride Cycles – 2003 FLSTF

Mark Webster brought his custom built 1973 Yamaha TX 650 named Sweet Tracker and took 1st place in the Retro Mod class. This sano build has been lightened and chopped. Mark worked his magic on the engine with ported the heads, added stainless valves, R&D springs, cam and competition clutch. Additional features include Akont Wheels, quick change hub, Radian Swingarm and KYB piggyback shocks.

Retro Mod Winners

1 – Mark Webster, MW Performance – Sweet Tracker, 1973 TX650
2 – GEO, Blacksmith Motoring Co. – El Vaquero , 1977 GL1000
3 – Rick Schaffer – 1959 Harley-Davidson XLH

Michael Beland of A1 Cycles took his turbo and nitrous 140ci pro street bike to the top of the Performance Custom class at the United States Championship. Named Janet, it features a fully hand built frame, mono shock, Hayabusa stretched swingarm, hand built tail section and custom front end.

Pro Street Class Winners

1 – Michael Beland, A1 Cycles – Janet, 2012 A1 Cycles Street Racer
2 – Steve Galvin, Wikked Steel – Battlestar, 2012 Customs
3 – Mike Brown, Spitfire Motorcycles – Supertracker, 2010 Spitfire Tracker

Jon Shipley from Hoosier Daddy Choppers won People’s Choice with Whiskey Bent. His bike is a 2011 Hoosier Daddy Choppers that features a 1977 Ironhead Sportster in a stretched and raked chassis. It also features a Bar Stool seat, 102 year old headlight in a motorcycle that still pours Jack Daniels.

Motorcycle USA sponsored the “People’s Choice” in the Ultimate Builder series. Very soon they will be giving away a custom 2011 Honda Fury as part of their promotion of the show for anyone that has signed up to vote on their favorite motorcycle.
Daytona Bike Week would not be complete without making a trip down Main Street. Eccentric characters and self-expression is what fuels the parade of personalities along Main Street in Daytona Beach.

The Street is a living cacophony of horsepower and ear-bleeding rock and roll. Custom bikes to mopeds make a run down Main Street to see and be seen in this Mardi Gras-styled atmosphere.

A new twist to the outfits this year was the Irish influence as many were celebrating St. Patrick Day. I can’t say that black leather and sparkle green was a color combination that I had thought of before but I can honestly tell you that on some of the biker chicks it looked outstanding.

While we were in Daytona we ran into a number of friends and acquaintances that we hadn’t seen since the last rally. We talked with Marilyn Stemp of IronWorks and Chris Maida of American Iron Magazine to get their take on the custom bike market and their view on what is happening in the Industry.
 
Bob interviews the editor of American Iron, Chris Maida.
 
 

 The Publisher of Iron Works sits down with Bob to discuss the custom world.

The original Bruce Rossmeyer’s store on Beach Street closed in April 2011 and has reopened as a Harley-Davidson apparel store with a motorcycle history museum under construction. For Bike Week only, the store will also be selling motorcycles on-site. Later this summer the museum will open.

Over at Destination Daytona there was the usual live music, as well as midget wrestling, a mechanical bull, and motorcycle stunts.

At the complex I stopped in at J&P Cycles to shoot a video with Ben Kudon of Rivera Primo for the Bikernet.com/ Cycle Source 15th Anniversary Giveaway Chopper project that is sponsored by XPress Lid by Smartcup (www.mysmartcup.com) and Spectro Oil. Ben commented that business was down and that guys weren’t buying hard parts like trannys and headlights but less expense items like helmets and apparel seemed to be doing well.

Okay, that is the 411 of Daytona Bike Week, from a guy who spent 90 percent of his time working the rally.

Harley Ride-In Bike Show Winners – Bike Week 2012

CLASS 1 – ANTIQUE PRE-1948
1st Place – Tommy Savage, Winterville, North Carolina 1930 Single 30C
Runner Up – Cole Neill, Stafford, Virginia 1937 EL

CLASS 2– CLASSIC 1948 – 1984
1st Place – Don Hart, Napanee, Ontario Canada 1957 FLH
Runner Up – Kent Saul, Los Lunas, New Mexico 1962 Pacer

CLASS 3 – TRIKE/SIDE CAR
1st Place – Don Waugh, Orange, Virginia 2011 Ultra w/sidecar
Runner Up – Chelle Brisco Alexandria, Virginia 2012 Tri-Glide

CLASS 4 – SPORTSTER
1st Place – Sandi Blackmer, Port Orange, Florida 2008 Nightster
Runner Up – Charles Butler, Jr., Middleburgh, New York 1992 Sportster XL

CLASS 5- V-ROD
1st Place – Edith Tasse, St. Jerome, Quebec Canada 2010 V-Rod
Runner Up – Bill Mack, Murfreesboro, Tennessee 2005 V-Rod

CLASS 6 – SOFTAIL
1st Place – Robb Wolf, Bradenton, Florida 2009 Custom Softail
Runner Up – John Kuklisiw,Streetsboro, Ohio 2010 CVO – FLSTSE

CLASS 7 – DYNA/FXR
1st Place – Melissa Winiarski, Wildwood, Florida 2010 Dyna Wide Glide
Runner Up – Guy Bond, St. Theodore, Quebec Canada 2007 Dyna Low Rider

CLASS 8-
1st Place – Chris Evans, Miami, Florida 2006 Street Glide
Runner Up – Scott Hiner, High Point, North Carolina 2011 FLHX

CLASS 9 – FULL DRESSER
1st Place – Larry Hilderbrand, Washington, Texas 2008 Ultra Classic
Runner Up – Mike Stanton, Great Meadows, New Jersey 2009 CVO Road Glide

CLASS 10 – PRO CUSTOM
1st Place – Jack Deagazio, East Syracuse, New York 1974 Bobber
Runner Up – Neil Perkins, Lebanon, Ohio 2005 Sportster

CLASS 11 – PRO CUSTOM OPEN
1st Place – Rich Bazzonells, Stunt, Florida 2007 Custom Bagger
Runner Up – Andy McCaslin, Fairborn, Ohio 2012 Porkybilt

People’s Choice Award – Arnie Syrbe, Sr., Port St. Lucie, Florida 1973 Sportster

Best Use of Geniune Harley-Davidson Motor Accessories
Karl Reilly, Cranford, New Jersey 2008 VRSC DX
Greg Yacker, Daytona Beach, Florida 2006 Deluxe

American Iron Editor’s Picks
Bagger– Joe Cullen 2008 Electra Glide Classic
Custom – John Hazle 2006 Custom Sportster
Classic – Tommy Savage 1930 30C Single

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5-Ball Racing 2012: Chapter 1

Welcome Aboard Planet Earth, Enjoy The Ride!

Shortly after joining society the 31st of May 1944 in El Dorado, Kansas. the adrenaline addiction might have kicked in when the good Dr. Dillenbeck pried me out of the dark into the bright lights of the hospital delivery room at 4:29 a.m. After the complimentary slap on the ass, “Hey, Ray C. Wheeler its time to ride,” he said.

Close But No Cigar

While riding my bicycle to grade school, early one morning, I attempted to make it through the side street intersection and almost made it. A car hit the back of my bicycle and threw me off, close call. Minor bumps and abrasions, I suppose, but who the hell remembers anyway?

1955 Moved to Wichita, KS

My neighbor Jon was one year older and rode a light metallic blue English motorcycle of some sort and was kind enough to let me sneak in a few rides around the neighborhood.

No Fear, No Helmets and No Speed Limits when we were teenagers growing up in the mid west on the outskirts of Wichita, Kansas.

While growing up, my mother and stepfather referred to motorcycles as Murder Cycles and must have been acquainted with numerous families, who told horror stories of loved ones killed on those dangerous bastards. WTF? Must have spurred my rebellious interest some how, imagine that. I’ve been chasing the elusive fast forbidden fruit all of my life, whatever that is?

Pete was a couple of years older, lived next door on the right side of us in the middle of Kansas. Our homes were built directly under the McConnell Air Force Base flight path on the East side of town. On most days in the late ’50s and the early ’60s the skies over Wichita were full of B-52s. They flew 24-hours a day with Air Force pilots practicing their touch-and-go routines as well as full-throttle lift offs. On many occasions, the dishes and photos rattled off of the walls.

Pete rolled through the neighborhood on a pea green Sears Cushman Eagle (about a ’57 or so) with a kick-start pedal located in front of the bench type seat. I rode the Cushman quite a few times in my early teens, just enough to realize that a motorcycle had become an important part of my life. What the Hell, my bicycle, when I was 5 or 6, sported playin’ cards attached to the fender mounts with clothes pins on the fender supports. Sounded great, music to my ears.

’40 Ford
 

One of my first cars was a ’40 Ford 2-door Deluxe that we installed a 1955 Oldsmobile, 324 inch Rocket V-8 with an adapter plate mating a Cad LaSalle 4-speed transmission to the engine. Built the hot rod during my high school years while throwing newspapers twice a day and working at the local gas station to survive.


ESCAPED KANSAS

From the frying pan into the fire, I was just 18, and straight out of vocational high school specializing in machine shop. I attended Navy Boot Camp in Great Lakes, Illinois during the winter of ’62, what a frozen bitch that was. Our barracks were quarantined for a few days due to an outbreak of the measles.

Graduated from boot camp in early ’63 and hauled ass to sunny Mayport, Florida for shipboard duty. Transferred to New Orleans Naval Air Station, then San Diego in ’64 for Machinery Repairman School.
Joined the Navy to see the World and ended up in a fuckin’ war of all things. In 1966, we steamed 43,397 nautical miles. Who-da-thunk-it. The Navy was kind enough to schedule a few days in Hong Kong for my 22nd birthday, in a war, and celebrating life to the fullest.

During high seas you might find me with my head hanging out over the keel of the ship waiting for the sea to ride up and over. We were at least 60 feet from the deck to the ocean. Helluva ride, had to hang on tight many a time.

We spent 50 days or more (no sleepin’ allowed) off of the Viet Nam coast in combat related operations and performed 16 underway replenishments, that’s a ship- to-ship transfer of fuel, chow, personnel in a swingin’ chair, etc.

SUMMER OF 1965

Stationed in Pearl Harbor, X-1 submarine base for a few months then transferred to Subic Bay to meet the USS Tulare AKA-112. The ship steamed past Subic Bay earlier so the Navy flew me into DaNang. We crash-landed on a make shift runway, sliding to a stop under heavy fire. We hauled ass from the wounded aircraft with the shit flyin’, ducked into a dark Quonset hut that was barricaded behind a wall of sand bags.
Welcome to the fuckin’ war NFG!

76-Inch Sportster

Anyway, back to the grand island of Oahu. A great friend Charlie Reitano from Philly built a hot rod Sportster in our outside machine shop, in Pearl Harbor, where we put in our time saving the world.
 

We dreamed speed, we cut, we machined, we welded, we tuned, and we turned a perfectly good, brand new Sportster into a drag strip/street monster. I terrorized the natives on the streets of Honolulu and all around the Oahu Island. Charlie was the addicted wrench not a rider.

Eventually the cops knew me by name, sight and sound. We we’re stuck on an island in the middle of the deep blue Pacific Ocean. The sub-base chrome shop, polished and chrome plated the frame and miscellaneous parts in trade for machine work for their hot rods and projects. We disassembled the new XLCH motor, polished the flywheels and rods, then rebuilt the engine with a set of .228 over Doc Dytch barrels and high-compression kick-start-able pistons, plus-plus cams, solid lifters, a one off sub base down draft intake manifold with a Stromberg 97, and an electric Holley fuel pump. We held the Oahu track record for a few minutes. Charlie was huge and didn’t like to ride, so all of the riding duties were on me. We had the baddest bike on Oahu in 1965, sure thought so anyway. Seems that we ran low 10s with struts and no wheelie bars.

The set-up was perfect for prowling the streets of Oahu during the week or after a day of racing at Oahu International Drag Strip.

FREE AGAIN
 

Friday, April 13, 1967 San Diego, Ca.
After 18 months of combat pay in Viet Nam.
What’s normal after a war? Not much, ask any surviving Vet.

Tulare returned to the west coast late in the year but soon was deployed again to WestPac, departing the west coast on 12 February 1966 and steaming via Hawaii to Chu Lai, Republic of Vietnam. She off-loaded her cargo between 6 and 9 March and then proceeded via Sasebo to Okinawa. The ship later returned to Chu Lai with 47 vehicles and 1,211 tons of other cargo. For the remainder of the year, she operated in the Orient, visiting Buckner Bay, Okinawa; Subic Bay, Philippines; Hong Kong; Bangkok, Thailand, Camranh Bay, Phan Rang, and Tuy Hoa, Vietnam; and Yokosuka and Sasebo, Japan. During the year 1966, the ship steamed a total of 43,397 miles; transported 2,076 men, 8,891 tons of cargo, and 483 vehicles; spent 50 days off Vietnam in combat-related operations; and conducted 16 underway replenishments to ships of the Fleet on duty in the South China Sea.

Time to Ride!

The no war/motorcycle adrenaline addiction reared its ugly head in the middle of Kansas, Wichita to be precise. In the form of a Bonnie Truett Iron Head Sportster motor that was ’78 inches, 12.1 comp. Tow starting or rollers were mandatory or, hang on to the door handle on the drivers side of my first wife’s ’60 Buick, (at 30 or 40 mph let go and attempt to start the 12.1 compression hot rod). It usually took two or three tows and off for a ride around town lookin’ for a race. Since the bike was a tow-only and Kansas is flat as a fuckin’ pancake, there were no hills to roll down for a bump start. No way to kick-start my daily-riding mutha even on a red-hot day. So, I would usually ride about a 1/2 a tank from home and head back to the barn. Might have idled at the pump a few times during a quick fill up. 2.2 gallons at 22.9 cents per gallon, a 50 cent fill up with leaded Premium and off to the races.


New Years Eve Blast!

One New Years Eve in the late ’60s, in sub zero weather we rolled my Sportster over the floor furnace to heat up the fluids for a tow-start and a midnight blast around town. It’s a wonder it never fuckin’ exploded and leveled the block. It must have leaked hot oil onto the furnace, crazy. Yes, I went for a midnight ride in cold ass 14-degree Kansas weather.
Happy New Year’s! Not sure which year, ’68, ’69, or ’70? Time flies when your havin’ fun, remember those days?

Wheeler Bikes over the Years

’70s- ’58 Panhead
’80s- ’80/80 Shovel

’90s- 98-inch Evo drag bike

’00- 159-inch Evo dual chain drive

’04- Dyna twin cam stock, then 96-incher, and 124-incher, then added turbo, and today 96-incher one more time.
’12- 124-inch Turbo Bonneville 5-Ball Raycer

2006- Run-What-Ya-Brung

The 2 passes that set the stage.
1st pass 121.966 (not very aerodynamic on the first pass)
2nd pass 134.361 (elbows and toes inboard, chest on tank)

On my 95-inch Twin Cam, Hardtailz Tuned, Randy Torgeson built, R&R Cycle heads, HPI Throttle Body, borrowed boots with a pair of leather chaps from Dr. Willie. We removed the mirrors and taped the lights. My leather saddle bags stayed on the bike, I was on vacation, remember?

My main reason for going to Bonneville in 2006 was to meet the 5-Ball Racing Team as a volunteer gofer, cheer-the-troops-on-kinda-guy.

Plus I was on a mission. I was convinced I had discovered the holy grail. This product might stop motorcycles in a safer more effective manner, a light-as-a-feather composite rotor. During three years as a road rep, I blew through endless amounts of cash and never saw a production product. That’s another story and a gruesome one at that, with a happy ending.
 
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Quick snapshot of the year leading up to Bonneville.

June: Time on the road from San Jose, to Seattle, and back to San Jose.
July: I hit San Jose, Denver, Wichita, Des Moines, Cody, and Wells.
August: On 8/28 I was idling in Sunrise Beach, Mo., peeled out and ended up in Des Moines, then Denver. By 9/2 I rode into Bonneville.

Mon. 9/4- 121.966,
Wed. 9/6- 134.396

On Friday 9/8, I hauled ASS back to San Jose. Late that night I crawled into bed. Rolled over 15,000 miles in 2006 on the way to Bonneville for my first ride on the salt.

Once the hot rod cooled down in front of my bungalow, I checked the air pressure in the tires. They were low and the air cleaner needed cleaning. Hard to imagine… The Avon Venoms were beggin’ for mercy by the time I rolled into Hardtailz.

2007- On-The-Way

Lucky, Lucky! Big Sur! Crash!

Saturday, Sept.1, 2007: Fell asleep at 5 mph on a curvy, sandy 101, one mile past the Lucia Lodge just after dark on Big Sur headed South to meet the 5-Ball Racing Team. With luck on my side managed to veer/slide to the left running into an un-moveable-mountain, the front wheel hit the wall first followed by my head. Slightly tweaked the front end, dinged my helmet and scraped-up the fairing a touch.
The men from Hardtailz sent help that picked up my hot rod the next morning.

Due to a very minor cut on my forehead that bled profusely and the fact that I was discovered knocked unconscious and pinned under my sweetheart with her headlight shining brightly into the night like an SOS beacon, the emergency crew was notified. My headlight may have saved my life that night. A young couple traveling North to the bay area from LA spotted me. Somehow they stood my bike up and loaded me in their car. The young man fired my Dyna hot rod, and rode it back to the Lucia Lodge.

The local volunteer emergency arrived on the scene with their red lights flashing . They immediately ordered a life flight helicopter out of San Jose. WTF?! I had just packed for the road trip and left San Jose goddammit. The crew loaded my semi-conscious ass with Morphine eventually strapping me into a secure basket mounted on the side of the helicopter for the flight back to San Jose for a mere $43,000 and change. Good insurance covered the bills and saved my ass.

I faced my bruised diagnosis early the next morning in the recovery room. A slightly sprained right wrist, slight cut on my forehead, a black eye, no stitches, take two aspirin and call me in the morning. Released early the next morning after my clothes had been hastily cut off, by the Emergency room staff. Then the practicing Doctors took over, poking, probing, and cat scanning, while pumping me full of morphine that was not needed nor wanted.

2008- RWB

Top Speed 147.098 mph
124-inch Twin Cam, Hardtailz tuned, Randy Torgeson, R&R Cycle, S&S Cycle, HPI Throttle body, Daytona Twin Tec computer, RBRacing 2-into-1 exhaust pipe, Storz inverted forks, Race Tec shocks and more.

Hauled Ass in the Rain, Sleet and Snow, Denver to Salt Lake City then the Salt Flats!

The week prior to Bonneville was spent in the Denver area trapped by a snow storm that pelted the always fantastic Rockies. The weather report early Sat. in Denver called for a warming trend with light rain and another round of snow headed in the direction of Denver.

Well, well, what-the-hell might as well haul ass in-between storms. You guessed it, while climbing the first mountain pass headed west the rain came down gently then turned into light sleet, then blinding snow as we climbed toward Aspen. My first stop for gas, dry socks and plastic bags was an eye opener. The interstate headed west had two more passes that were also snow covered and it continued to snow. My hot rod and I tucked in behind a lone-semi, traveling on the small patch of real estate that the trucks dual- wheels cleared. The highway patrol attempted to close the road as we rolled westward observing many cars and numerous jack-knifed trucks. They were in parked in the ditches heading both directions, stranded on the desolate snow-bound interstate.

Late in the afternoon, after a day of trick-riding, I climbed the last pass descending into Salt Lake City. We were greeted by massive amounts of welcome sunshine warming my rattled old bones. Not much sunshine in Denver the past few days.

Once the roads cleared I headed downhill into Salt Lake City, passed the only trucker on the road that day, giving him a thumbs up!
Ended up in a Motel 6 early that evening, showered and passed out dreaming about Bonneville, a mere 100 miles away.

Up at the Crack-of-Dawn

Rolled onto the salt after a crisp blast out of Salt Lake the last day of the 2008 BUB meet, registered, unpacked my throw-over-soft-bags, made two passes with a top speed of 147.098 mph, repacked my bike and hauled ass, destination San Jose.

On my way home that afternoon while exiting the Silver State of Nevada met a young Trooper that was amazed and issued a 100 mph speeding ticket, seemed slow at the time.

Young Trooper, “Do you know how fast you were going Mr. Wheeler?”

“One hundred mph on the nose unless my speedometer is wrong,” I said.

“Thanks for being truthful, here’s a ticket, no jail today,” he said his eyes still popping out of his head.

2009- Impound with two pending records.

6 passes, two records
3000-M-AF 145.018 Record
3000-MPS-AF 148.246 Record
Top Speed 149.811

On my 124-inch Twin Cam, from R&R Cycle. S&S Cycle lower end, with fresh TP pistons and new valves guides on a 60,000 mile engine. The Super Max belt drive gearing was topped out.

Attended the AMA awards ceremony in December at the Hard Rock Casino in Las Vegas for the thrill of a lifetime. My record setting hot rod was spit shined and displayed just outside of the banquet hall next to the BUB 7 and Leo Payne’s record setting Turnip Eater– quite an honor.

2010- Cheated Death, Two high-speed tank-slappers

On my 124-inch w/Turbocharger, Hardtailz tuned. We added a rebuilt Series 66 Aerocharger for a serious blast of air.

First pass entered the timed mile at well over 150 mph, clicked into 5th gear leveling out at 160 or so. Son-of-a-bitch a tank slapper that lasted the entire mile. NO, NO, NO, screamed in my mind as the bike slowed to a 117 mph exit speed.

Fixed loose neck bearings, but the second pass was a re-run that took the entire mile to gain control and exit.

Time to regroup and build a dedicated Bonneville bullet thanks to badgering Bandit

2011- No Ride, seems the 124 incher was tired after 70,000 plus miles. Attended every meet on the salt in 2011 to keep the juices flowing.

2012- 5 Ball Racing Team.
 

In less than 120 days we hit the salt with a solid plan that’s backed by one helleva Team. Hardtailz (Final assembly and TuneUp) San Jose, and with a Rick Tedder, straight-as-an-arrow rolling chassis, Salem, OR.

A new Busa suspension based chassis is scheduled for Rick Tedders frame table in Salem by the end of this month. Then we roll to Hardtailz in San Jose to prepare for June 3rd and 4th shake down during the Mojave Mile week end.

Stay tuned!
3/19/2012

Less than 120 days until we’re on the salt!
You’re gonna have to hang on as the news and images arrive via carrier pigeon, UPS, USPS, Fed-ex and more.

Our 124-inch Randy Torgeson R&R Cycle Turbo engine is sitting next to a Sharp Eye Jim built, STD 5 speed FLT type transmission. Rick Tedder has reserved a spot on his precision, laser assisted frame table for early April to fabricate a one-off frame, build the turbo system, mount the fairing, belly pan, front fender, and the tail section.

We’ll keep you posted. Support us, if you can.

Haul Ass!
Ride for your Life!
–Ray c wheeler
Performance Editor
wheeler@bikernet.com

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