Firstly, there are those that I am SURE do not care to talk about the loss of their iron horse(s).
Secondly,
All this talk of antique motorsickles gets me wishing I could have ridden when I was a yute. Such beautiful bikes. Two strokes indeed. Only two strokes I had was outboards. Reminds me of the days before Brian France and his group of pseudo-educated cookie cutters believed they could turn NASCAR into the NFL. Heck, look at the cars today. Look at the tracks. BORING. Then recall the king and Dale Earnhardt. Recall the Strictly Stock/Grand National Era. Hallelujah! What beautiful cars. Total racing. Damnit. Now we have the likes of Danica strutting around in a bikini for GoDaddy. “She sits back in her usual 32nd place looking for a soft place in the wall. Yet she remains the main topic of conversation from the announcers during any race! “Danica’s having a great run today….she’s up to 29th!” She has destroyed more equipment in a few years of NASCAR racing than America did to Iraqi tanks during the Persian Gulf War.” (
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Whew. Where was I? Oh yeah. The art of muscle bikes and cars. Back when Richard Petty drove a Plymouth Road Runner, then a Dodge Charger. Then there was that race in Daytona back in 1979. Dang.
