Just before Christmas 2005, the company I had worked hard to make successful, closed its doors for the last time. I was fortunate, though, I snatched a job offer prior, but it required leaving Texas and moving to Virginia. I never thought I would leave Texas, but you gotta pay the bills and that’s where […]
Here’s the clan filling up for gas outside of Fort Collins CO. We’ve got them from left to right: Jerry Francis, 1950 Harley 74 Mike Sadusky, 1950 Harley 74 Warren Webber, 1950 Harley 74 Wendell Rea, 1942 Harley 45 notice the front knobbyThe true adventure riders: On Thanksgiving day while most Americans were sitting around
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Chris Kallas art available in the Black Market. Chris Kallas and Greg Parigian Inglewood, CA 1968.In Feb. 2005. I got a call from a childhood friend that I hadn’t seen or talked to since 1969.We used to build models of choppers and make modifications to our Sting-Ray bicyclestill his family moved away. It's strange talking
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Not too long ago my mate Bullitt, whom some Bikernet readers know as the V-max riding professional soldier, came back home from some undisclosed overseas country where he’d accomplished some undisclosed military things.Having been on active duty for almost a full year, he was looking forward to a month off. Relaxing on the Barbary Coast
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My first time on a Harley was October 26, 2005. I was 35, and newly single. The tall, smiling guy I’d met on a plane two days before showed up on a 1999 Road King. I’d spent two hours getting ready, and all that preparation was about to be destroyed. I was a motorcycle virgin.
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Some 3,126 miles later I arrived home already wondering when the next ride will begin. This ride was necessitated by a visit to Biketoberfest in Daytona Beach, Florida. And since the basic characteristics of a good ride do not include the most direct route, this one was no exception. It involved a 700-plus mile first
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The author and his '39 Chief.Ok, I know it’s ancient but my main ride today is a 1939 Indian Chief. I learned how to ride on one just like it in 1965 as a 19 year old boy from Brooklyn NY and a life long love affair began. My Dad often told me stories about
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This is 1977, Rockford, Illinois. Next to me on the left was Barracuda, and Silent John. I was about 26 at the time, full of piss and vinegar. I was going to the annual Chili Burn at the Hells Henchmen clubhouse. I rode my 93-inch, S&S flywheels, cone Shovel. They didn't make engines back then.
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THE PLACE: Known as the Kashi of Southern India, Harihareshwar is known for its seashore where the river Savitri enters the ocean. The town is surrounded by four hills named after Lords Harihareshwar, Harshinachal, Bramhadri and Pushpadri. Nearby is Shriwardhan, another place of interest and beauty. This was the Peshwa residence who governed for their
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I was sittin’ quietly at the computer last night and behaving for a change. Baby, my dog, brought his Mesquite Log to the door and pounded it against the glass. Loudly! That’s his way of getting me to come out and play! It generally works, as I have NO desire to have an 18-inch chunk
