Boy, things have changed since Hollister and The Wild One
In case you were wondering about my refs: The Wild One - Wikipedia
Hollister riot - Wikipedia
The updated version is called : The Wild None
In other news, Harley is in the midst of a sales slum and a recall involving 57,000 bikes for potentially faulty oil line fittings.
(Emphasis mine)
I always thought that was a feature!
“Hey, Johnny, Chino and his gang just rode into town!”
“You know what we got to do.”
“Challenge them to a friendly softball game in the town park?”
“That’s right. Schedule it for Saturday so school will be out and the kids can be there.”
“…And after that, we can paint the water tower!”
If there isn’t a drop of oil where it is parked, it’s a clone, not a real Harley.
Old joke, keep your chaps on.
Well, I don’t really want to, but if I have to, can mine have a muffler? And a tune up?
Could we capture a HUGE town full of crotch rockets and riders and then nuke it from orbit?
My dad probably would have thought that would be fun. But he was killed at the age of 85 while riding his motorcycle. Damn truck driver.
Have to ride an electra or a road king before I get too old (54 right now).
Well, well, well.
It so happens that I will be in Hollister, CA tomorrow (June 8) for a lesson of my own!
Thanks for the heads-up, CalMeacham! I’ll know now to watch my step!
Hollister is in San Benito County. Just a short drive to the southeast, up into the San Benito Mountain range, one finds the desolate and haunting (and largely unknown) Panoche Valley and surrounding mountainous terrain, a hotbed of biker activity.
There, you can find the Panoche Inn, local biker-style watering hole (good inside photo) for the local ranchers and bikers.
I myself was one of a group of 20 or so that invaded the place for one of their barbecues, just recently over the Memorial Day weekend. We do that every year, although this year was my first time there – and I helped organize the event! (Yes, one of those dollar bills hanging from the ceiling has my name on it!) We camped at nearby Mercey Hot Springs from Friday through Monday and spent our days at a dirt airstrip just across the street from Panoche Inn, which we like to call Panoche International Airport (seen here with Panoche Inn in the background).
To be sure, most of our vehicles have three wheels instead of two, although when in use, at most two wheels (and most of the time zero wheels) are actually on the ground at any time. Here’s an aerial pic of Panoche International Airport.
Panoche Valley is also a hot-spot for birders, hikers, shooters, and amateur astronomers. Sadly, a very substantial portion of the valley will soon be covered with a massive solar farm, which is already under construction.
As for that lesson tomorrow in Hollister… Well, the major portion of that will occur with zero wheels on the ground too.
(Oh BTW, in doing the research for this post, I also stumbled across this Hollister picture, the existence of which I didn’t even know of until now. Yes, that’s me there in the plaid shirt.)
Speaking of Hollister pictures, here’s a photo album of mine from October 2014: Things you might see in Hollister. I was on my way home from Pinnacles National Monument (awesome spot) and stopped to wander around and snap pics of things that caught my eye.
Add Soft tail Springer to the list if you haven’t done that yet.
What’s the best way to become a Harley mechanic?
Buy one.
Did you see this in Hollister?
Y’all knew I was going to throw that into this thread, didn’tcha?
they come with one from the factory. don’t want a loud bike, don’t take it off.
1974 called, they want their lame joke back.
I give people a hard time since I’ll see them at red lights, their arms looking like they’re about to rattle right off their bodies, but I have some friends with them (those huge Classsic or Electra Glides) and they are very comfortable.
I will say that running boards, even just on a short test or a few miles, make a world of difference over foot pegs, but it was clearly going to take some more time to get used to the rear controls, I felt like my foot was getting tangled up in the extra lever.
Fuckin’ Can-Am Spyder riders. Just the worst of the worst weekend warriors. Clicks Oops, never mind.
only on British bikes (says the MG owner) 