Spring time and the smell of gasoline and old grease really stirs up the memories for me. Was thinking yesterday about past bikes and the excitement of spring coming. Living up in Rochester, NY for years where’s there only six warm days a year really makes you appreciate the coming warmth. What better way to celebrate than to go for a ride?
These are randoms from the pile/mess that exit on my computer.
Kevin's panhead in from of my apartment in Soho. Around '98.
First bike I ever built. I was still in college. Build it in my back yard. '92
New Year's day ride in the East Village. '99. My old Triumph. You might recognize the red & black bike too.
Times Square about ten years ago. I used to give everyone who visited tours of the city.
11th Avenue outside of Red Rocks. Taken by English Don.
Bear Mountain. Our favorite nearby destination when I lived in NYC. Around '97.
One of my first mentors. Spencerport, NY. Maybe ten years ago.