Harley Endurance…

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I am still way too young to even consider riding a Harley! But sometimes…

Yesterday was South Africa’s Heritage Day, a good public holiday to take to the road on a motorbike.

At one of the rural crossroads on the other side of the next town (Naboomspruit), I waited to meet a friend at the elephant…  (with my decent bike, not a Harley…)

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And then, at the crossroads, we saw an old biker, really an endurance example! With a bike suitable to claim the title with him- a 1942 Harley Davidson, war years bike complete with sidecar, and stock standard…

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Endurance

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There was nothing more demonstrative of “Endurance” as the Rhino in the African Bush. Until the humans came along, and needing it’s horn because they don’t have one… this magnificent creature was also killed in our region…

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Also enduring despite the riks of becoming soup, is the giant mountain turtles you see in the Karoo National Park outside Beaufort West, South Africa…

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Then of course- a 71 year old Harley still in working condition would also be worthy of this title…

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_MG_1290And an Antonov A1 old Biplane, still keeping on keeping on… 65 years later…

 

Oh the things we shall see…

This afternoon nearly went really bad. My son and I was nearly involved in a huge accident with the VW Beetle, with a lorry on the open road trying his best to run us off the road.  Our country has road rage as a national sport after soccer, and then rugby and cricket. But I did not want to compete in the honorable sport of beating up other road users, and I did not have a bat with me. So we just had to let it go.

We were on our way to a man living between our town and the next one. a man skilled in the art of car restoration. We wanted some advice on the Beetle’s driver door being stuck. And my son also wanted to ask him to borrow a nice old classic car for the matric farewell evening (the USA Prom Night idea…)

You will have to wait till the end of September to see what he will be driving his date in… but it is GOOD wheels!

In any case- we did make it safely to the farm, scared ****less but still in one piece.

This man also has a collection of Harleys. And when he showed us around, we saw this old one, still in working condition, standing behind his more regularly used Harleys. I again only had my Samsung Galaxy with me, and the battery was low, so I could not use the flash. But I hope the photos still convey some awe of a machine, dating from 1943 (that is 71 years old!) still able to go go for a ride…

I have real respect for this bike! And the emblem on the tank: oh boy, war sure inspire a lot of dangerous thoughts…

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I think one day I will go back with my decent Canon, and ask to take a few up to standard photos of this bike. But I really wanted to share this special moments…

The Harley Fans can say what model it is, made in 1943…

cees-fun-foto Also tagged under Cee’s Challenge, because I was looking for wheels, and with the near accident have forgotten all about it. Click on the logo to see some other dear friends’ amazing contributions on the subject Wheels…

 

First Time… on a Harley…

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Daily Prompt: Viral

by michelle w. on August 22, 2013

The New York Times is going to feature your blog on its home page, and you’ve been asked to publish a new post — it’ll be the first thing tens of thousands of new readers see. Write it.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us FIRST.

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I am still too tired to write properly, after these last 2 weeks I had to work in a butchery. SO again I opt for the Photo choice, because nothing I write tonight would be worthy of the great New York Times…

So- let me rather post a picture of First…  A very happy memory- the first time I ever rode a Harley Davidson…

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This is my youngest, and he is on a week long field trip to the South African Lowveld- some of the most beautiful motorcycle routes in our country. He is now in Grade 6 and aged 12 years old, and I really am starting to miss the little man.

Just a very funny incident- last week he switched off his room’s light, and closed his door. The next moment I just heard this loud crashing noise. And when I  switched on his light, he had this funny expression on his face, a bit embarrassed. What happened was- he switched off the light, and then made a huge dive for his bed. He missed it completely in the dark, and dove right into his plastic container of toys… You can just imagine what his two elder brothers had to say about that one…

OK, that was the first time on a Harley, but not the only time…

There was that one day in Bloubergstrand, Cape Town

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I took this Electra Glide over Chapman’s Peak Drive, and through the main street of Camp’s Bay- that is South African Harley Heaven…

So NYT- you may publish this if you want to. Family is most important, closely followed by a decent motorbike…

Four Stars, lets make that 4.12432 stars (Daily Prompt)

Daily Prompt: Four Stars

by michelle w. on June 6, 2013

Write a review of your life — or the life of someone close to you — as if it were a movie or a book.

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It is the Year of our Lord 2057. It is the arrivals desk at the Pearly Gates.  Saint Peter stands there on duty, with a thick, thick folder in his hands.

A 90 year old man has just gone through the river Jordan (or the Styx, or the Ganges, or whatever river suits your persuasion…)  He was destined to live for another 12 years. But somehow he has managed to first do a perfect doughnut, then a Stoppie, with his brand new Harley in front of the old age home.

But as he was performing his best wheelie ever, the new young blond nurse walked out of the front door, and bent over to pick up her pen. As his worn out eyes could vaguely make out that beautiful twins that the Song of Songs talks about in Chapter 7, he has lost control of the bike. The one moment he thought he saw perfection, then there was a crash, followed by darkness, followed by blinding light.  He opened his eyes and there Saint Peter stood with the Book of Life of The Rider…

“First of all- I must say, that was the best attempted wheelie in the history of mankind for a 90 year old! Congratulations! The doughnut needed a bit of work, but then you do have an excuse- brand new tires just don’t spin as they should… but you are 12 years early… what to do, what to do…? I’ll have to phone a Friend… ”

After a while, Saint Peter came back. He has gotten the shorter version of the thick Book of Life. The Readers Digest Condensed Book, if you like…

  •  The RIder broke a lot of laws in his life. There were a few hundred thousand instances where he did not obey the speed limit.   There were a lot of reckless driving, starting at the illegal age of 15.  There were tens of thousands of stop signs ignored.  There were even a few falls of bikes, some of them were due to that one brandy too many on a rally.   He even stole from the State sometimes, by speeding through the toll gate without paying… Verdict; Guilty!
  • The Rider had a bad temper some days. That was even more evidently so in that thousands of confrontations when one of the South African Minibus Taxi’s crossed his path. Usually without any signals involved, and sometimes making U-Turns in front of him. This usually resulted in The Rider flipping the driver The Bird. Or the Middle Finger. Or what other vulgar hand signal will translate to your persuasion.  As a pastor, he should set an example to the younger Christians in the flock…  He remembered a few dark words from his days as a bus driver and a steel factory worker, and sometimes used them to explain something to an idiot… Verdict: Guilty. (But Saint Peter thought to himself Eish… those taxi’s would cost me some holiness too…  only SAFFAS will get that one…)
  •  The Rider mixed with all people. He lived for new experiences. Yes, he did go to the bad motorbike rallies, like the Poison in South Africa…  He was seen at places his elders thought he did not belong… He even walked through Amsterdam’s Red Light district to see what the people are up to there. He tried to drink every beer available to mankind. He was too stupid to find a “daggazol”, a marijuana smoke, otherwise he would have tried that too.  He read books that was forbidden to read- he even read “50 Shades of Grey” to see what all the hoohah was about…  Verdict: Not Guilty for the mixing with all people- Jesus also mixed with all the sinners. The Rider saw himself as the biggest one of all… Guilty on all the sinning stuff…
  •  The Rider sinned in his mind.  His thoughts were not always that pure. He looked at a lot of women, and thought they were very beautiful indeed.  He considered women to be the most beautiful of all the Lord’s handiwork,  and he appreciated beauty… sometimes with a naughty thought flashing through his mind…  Verdict: Guily- (But then it could be said in his favor that he only loved one woman from the age of 21 for the rest of his life…)

So it looked pretty bad for the Rider… Guilty on nearly all charges…

But then, across the cover of the Book of Life, there stood the words in bright red letters: “Saved by His grace…”  And that cancelled out all the other Guilty Verdicts, for the price was paid in full… Tetelestai…

Come in, my son, come look at the Ride we have prepared for you!

Ps. I saw my friend Korrelkop Kahuna‘s bike as well, but they said it was still a long time before he could take possession of it…

PPs… As I walked in, I heard Saint Peter mutter: “Damn, that wheelie was gooooooooooooooood!”

2006 Model Buell INtroduction day…

For many years I could not afford a motorbike in working condition. A good friend got some invitations from HArley Davidson for the introduction of the 2006 Buell models. This would take  place at Geroteck- a testing facility for all types of vehicles just outside Pretoria.

And so I was let loose on this Buell (was it a Lightning?) on a racecourse.Image

Having not been on a bike for a long time, the first few laps were absolutely terrifying. Even more so when all I could remember was that the equivalent of a whole month’s pay was being held as a deposit on my credit card, should I drop the bike…

But as the day progressed, so the old skills returned, and confidence soared…  I started to really enjoy this bike. It is not fast by any means, but being so short between the wheels, and with it’s low centre of gravity, it handled exceptionally well. I think these bikes would be a delight to play in traffic with, nipping between the cars filled with frustrated motorists.

At the end of the session I had to hand it back. Unfortunately for Harley Davidson, I have never been even close to a financial position to buy any new motorbike…

But this inspired me to start looking for a good allround secondhand bike. And so, I bought my Aprilia Pegaso shortly afterwards…  I would have enjoyed to own this Buell. But what happened to them all, I don’t see any on the road anymore? Where they abducted by aliens?

Being a Biker is a state of mind

“It’s not about the Bike” would be a more appropriate title for this one, but somehow, in the last 3 months, it has lost it’s meaning…

Being a biker is to love a motorcycle. Some guys are fortunate enough to own a BMW S 1000 RR. Others are old enough to drive around on a Harley. Any Harley is supposed to have some sex appeal (please give generously- for I am old…)  You get the biggest crowd in our country on a BMW R1200 GS (best selling bike in South Africa) but they just look down upon lesser beings not able to afford their toys.

But every now and again you find a true biker. Someone who drives SOMETHING with two wheels and an engine, and loving it for what it is. The passport to Freedom. They are not in the least worried by how sexy it looks. They do not try to impress anybody else, they just want to RIDE!

One such biker’s bike I saw outside the Landmark (Agri Co-op) in De Rust. I never knew John Deere went into bikes…

This is Jan’s Deere:

Respect, Jan!