torsdag 1. oktober 2015

Davenport AMCA Chief Blackhawk meet 2015

Davenport 2015. I will try to sum up this great event with a minimum of words, though it will not be easy.
We arrived in Chicago as early as Tuesday, drove to Davenport and checked in to a so so hotel very close to the far east en of Locus st., the street which the Mississippi valley fairgrounds where the meet is held is found at the far west. Wednesday we learned to know Davenport, and in the afternoon we went to check out if there was some early action at the fairground.
Indeed it was, and we soon meet people we knew from earlier trips to the US. Now in those times of online lives on the www its kind of strange to talk to someone in another part of the world that know you had a ride on gravel roads the weekend before thanks to Facebook, blog or Instagram.
We did even buy our first parts Wednesday, not to bad.

Thursday, early out of bed. The hotel had advertised with continental breakfast, ehhh? We had a great breakfast along Locus instead, not continental but very good american breakfast.
think we hit the meet at 8 in the morning, loads of action and vendors must have arrived all through the night and even set up their vending spots.
Having used hours walking through just a tiny bit of the vending ground, we ran into John and Sheila, our Road Weasel friends out of Mich.
Cool, seems like we talked yesterday, even if back in 2011 in Wauseon.
John did let us have seats in his golf car, hey convenient to get around in the vending area by car while drinking beer. Umpteen stops later we had been through most of the vending area and had a pretty good knowledge of the location of both who and what.
Not so much parts bought, but a lot of talking.

Friday, another early morning out of bed, this time no continental at the hotel, we had learned.
Now when we thanks to John had been able to locate a bunch of vendors we spent the time looking and shopping until the races was due to start.
That is the time when we want to get to the pit area, that is where the fun and action takes place, my opinion.
To mingle with board track racers and hand shifters, talk to the riders and try to learn by listening to their experience, that is so cool.
unfortunately due to the track being a 1/4 mile rather than the usual 1/2 mile a lot of the board track riders didnt come this year, shame on those responsible for that mistake.
We did not get back to our hotel until late at night, worn out by the heat and the sun in the pit area, but HAPPY.

Saturday we found there was a lot of vendors that was tearing down their spots very early, and by afternoon the entire event was pretty drained. We did some good scores in buying some more parts before we went back to the hotel to get ourselves ready for a decent dinner at a Davenport restaurant.
Sunday, off to downtown Chicago to spend some time there, payback time for the motorcycle craze that Øyunn have to be a part off.
My reflections after this swap meet is that the prices for many bikes such as Knuckles and related parts have come to a point where the owners have to bring them back home because they dont sell.
The earlier parts for the IOE Harleys, I found there was a lot of parts and more decent prices.

Øyunn shoot such a bunch of great pictures, its hard to choose between them.
Enjoy a selection of her pictures below.

Good guys and gals:

fredag 25. september 2015

Harleysons gathering in Dinkelsbühl

Back in July Øyunn and I was invited by our friend Fritz @ to join a Harleysons party and to visit the historic town Dinkelsbuhl during the "Childrens festival", or "Kinderzeche" as it is named in German.
The wekeend in Dinkelsbuhl was such a great time, many many thanks to Fritz who organized a fantastic experience for us.
Dinkelsbuhl, this medieval town that was saved from destruction during WWII is like a living museum where people actually live their every day lives.
Dinkelsbuhl is also where Fritz and his Harleysons accomplices Christoph offers classic german "bonbons" in their shop "Tante Emma".

Not far from the city wall is Fritz`s place and the location of the Harleysons club house. The Harleysons club house is like entering a time capsule, it is like stepping back to the thirties when Paul Weyres was a motorcycle race ace with his Harleys.

To be able to look through some of the historic race photos in Fritz collection is like a vitamin injection to me, to continue searching for old photos from the Scandinavian motorcycle race scene.

A hectic weekend with good friends, thanks to Fritz and Harleysons buddies for making this true.

The boss at the Frankfurt airport train station.

Dinkelsbuhl, a part of the city wall.

"Kinderzeche" in Dinkelsbuhl

Tante Emma, the Bonbon shop with a taste of Harley`s

Scenery from Dinkelsbuhl

Dinkelsbühl, Zum kleinen Obristen where we spent a night, super nice.

What amazing buildings to see

Friday night people gather in town to drink beer and dance.  

The dance.

Cristoph serves weissbier, good stuff.


The archives, Fritz, Paul, me and Norbert

Next HD to be restored?

Norbert listen to a humming Wichita

Wichita, Fritz, Norbert, me and Paul

Fritz and Øyunn

Out for a ride

Riding, that is what the vintage bike interest is all about to me.
If you do a good job during the restoration of an old bike, you can enjoy years of riding when your finally done.
Like my WL bobber, I have ridden that bike for 8-9 years now after completion. I have been as far south as Sancerre - France when at Linkert Attack in 2012, and I have had numerous rides in the mountains in Southern Norway.
Of course oils need to be replaced, breaker points too, and general service needs to be carried out, but other than that; no worries - go riding.
This summer have been crappy for the most, rain and wind from North. Then a good trip on the bike in great weather is even more valuable. Below is some photos from what I find being one of the best trips this summer, not that long a ride, just 250km`s in a day, still just GREAT!

In a canyon like this there is a limited time of the day with real sun light.

Looking across one of the larger inland lakes.

Spotted this old bridge across a river, it was really "alive" when I rode to the other side. Its steel construction was all riveted, real black smith work from days gone by. Discovered a gravel road I had never ridden before!

Another bridge across the same river further down in the valley. This one is crossing the river canyon just a few meters above an amazing waterfall. The center of the bridge is supported on an enormous rock that have got stuck in the canyon during the ice age.

A view of this cool bridge and the rock it is resting  to.

Below the bridge is the waterfall and more of this pretty rough canyon.

Another view of the big rock stuck in the river canyon.

Road behind the bridge. This is a truly amazing dead end gravel road, climbing steep up the hill with a bunch of serpentine curves. No rails, just a rock every now and then between yourself, the bike and the deep canyon.

Having finished the ride down this valley I got to an end of a fjord that is connected to the sea.
Due to algae this fjord have a very special green color, at certain times of the year water looks as if it is not real.
Now the temperature both in the air and in the sea water was perfect for a swim, and due to the amount of algae there was no burning jellyfishes who are a pester when swimming in the sea during summer.

Clothes off!