Does the shirt still fit ?a friend just sent me this picture . It is 50 years old .
I still have the same bike , the Buco helmet and the leather shirt I had made . Lost the bell bottoms and the hair.
fun to see these old pics.
the attached pics are from 50 years ago and the bike as is sits today .
i Can still put it on .Does the shirt still fit ?
I too agree with the thought that we may have gone thru one of the best times .Talking about the next generation. - My friend is 83 and is dying from lung cancer. I said to him the other day, that I think we have probably lived in the best time ever. We had cars and motorcycles we could actually work on to get better performance. Our kids will be reliant on computers. As a scientist, I worked with the first computers in Australia - we wrote all our own software. In Australia these days, if a car has not got chromed bumper bars, you cannot work on it. And motorcycles are probably even worse. Our kids will probably never know the joy of building their own race bike and winning races with it. I have never liked cars much - but now might be a good tone to buy a muscle car which has a 400 cubic inch V8 motor. In a minute there might be none. The guys who will be really laughing will be those who own 30's Blower Bentleys.
'Some things are so bad that they are good' ? - It is all about values - regardless of the cost. We probably don't appreciate what we have and have had..
I too agree with the thought that we may have gone thru one of the best times .
grew up in the city slums , was young and did not know anything better . It was alright , made many friends there that almost all are still good friends , they have done well for themselves .
learned that if we wanted something , we worked for it . Our parents had no money .
the hippie era was great , had a lot of fun .
started a family very early , (at 19 ) and took good care of them .
pit was time to grow up and take care of your kids.
worked a lot of hours , changed jobs every time a better wage was available. Learned a lot different trades by changing.
was a master of none.
but learned to support myself and have been self employed most of my life. Also enjoyed what I worked at .
health care was pretty good , better than previous generations .
was able to buy a home , car , motorcycles , boats . All the things I did not need , but did not realize it till later years.
jobs and work were always available , you had to look for it but it was there . Maybe not high wages but better than nothing .
better things came along with age and experience .
what I did learn was that hard work makes you lucky .
I have said to friends many times that I think we have lived thru the best of times .
Yeah, "hard work makes you lucky" is a great way to put it.
I have always been interested in old motorcycles, especially British bikes. I have a cousin who took me for a ride once when I was maybe 5 or 6 years old. I'm not sure if that's where it started or not. There were no motorbikes in my immediate family until I built one with the help of my father and my son (I convinced them to help) when I was in my 20s. Sort of spontaneous combustion. My grandfather and uncles on my mothers side were all apparently born with a passion for engines and with a natural gift for building and fixing them, so maybe there's a machinery gene that I happened to inherit .
My parents certainly taught my siblings and I about the value, and the fun of hard work. I got my first classic bike when I was 30-something, and rebuilt it with my daughter, who was about 4-5 years old at the time. She's 7, almost 8 now. She helped me every step of the way and we always call it 'our bike'. Every time I would head out to the shed she would be right behind me and was as excited about working on it as I was. She tells her friends 'that's the motorcycle that me and Daddy made'. Here she is replacing the wiring in our 1972 Norton Commando Roadster in a snowy shed in northern Labrador:
I too have a 71 commando project , just started the rebuild yesterday .I suppose I'm fortunate to have a son who's into all things that I was. He has a Jeep CJ5 with a 350 Chevy engine that I've helped him with and he knows he'll someday have a Norton. He sends me a lot of things he's read about Nortons on the net. I'm the original owner of the '71 750, so he'll get that. I have to put it back together this year for it's 50th anniversary which will make for an interesting year. Not sure I'll be able to have it all together with all I want to do to it, but at least it will be more than a bare frame and boxes that it is now. Still, he's ridden the '73 850, so he's familiar with shifter and rear brake confusion and the downside of stalling it and having to kick it back to life. It was amusing to watch.
I have 3 granddaughters, so not sure they'll have any interest in motorcycles eventually. I smile when I remember them as very young around them. They were fun to sit on, but scary when you started them and became noisy at idle