January 19, 2014
Originally posted on Riding Vintage.
The gentlemen in this picture are members of the Flying Squadron, a motorcycle unit of the American Red Cross in Great Britain during WWI. Made up of more than a dozen young men, the Flying Squadron was on duty 24 hours a day and seven days a week. Even after dark, two members of the Squadron were always on active duty with the others “on call” if a problem should arise. All Red Cross calls that were made after midnight were routed to the Squadron’s direct line. More on The Vintage Motorcycle Flying Squadron
January 14, 2014
Originally posted on Riding Vintage.
In the 1920’s and 1930’s, the sport of motorcycle hill climbing was at it’s peak across America. The sport was so popular that many movie theaters showed clips from recent hill climbing events as part of the preview reel before the start of the movie. The rules were simple, whoever got the farthest up the slope was the winner, but the racing was dangerous. At such steep grades, the motorcycles could easily roll backwards on top of their riders. Harley-Davidson, Indian and Excelsior all fielded factory racers to compete for the coveted victories hoping that they would result in higher sales. More on Harold Seamans – Harley-Davidson Hillclimb Racer
October 10, 2012
A large storm system that had brought days of rain was just working it’s way out of central North Carolina as I pushed my 1964 Panhead outside to begin my ride to Maggie Valley. I planned to meet up with another rider at 7:00 AM, down in Pittsboro, about a 45 minute ride from my house. The roads were still wet as I made my way toward the old courthouse located downtown. Within a few minutes, Steve showed up on his 1947 Knucklehead and we were headed for the highway.
The plan was to ride secondary highways all the way to Maggie Valley, about 250 miles total. We stuck to the plan for the first 100 miles of the ride, which took us through a few small towns separated by rolling hills and green fields. At our first gas stop we checked the map and realized that we could save some time if we got on the interstate. We figured traffic would be light, so we could just cruise at 55 mph without interfering with the flow of cars.
As we expected, there weren’t many cars on the road and the miles passed by easily. That is until Steve’s bike started to backfire and cut off. We rolled over onto the shoulder and began troubleshooting his Knucklehead. Turns out that his points had broken and he did not have a spare set on hand. It took about an hour and a little ingenuity, but we were able to repair the points and get back on the road. If your curious, here’s how we did it: Click Here
With Steve’s bike back in running condition, we rode the last 75 miles to Maggie Valley. The headquarters for the road run just happened to be at the Wheels Through Time museum, which was the perfect choice for a group of about 150 vintage bike enthusiasts. Dale and Matt Walksler were great hosts as always and even allowed us to pitch our tents on the museum grounds. After getting our run packet which consisted of daily route maps, a pin, a license plate medallion, a t-shirt and a name tag, we unpacked the bikes and started setting up camp.
Once the tents were in place, it was time to hit the parking lot and start checking out the other bikes.
Dinner was served under the white tent around 7:00 and soon after most folks started heading back to their hotels. Dale kept the museum open until 9:00 which gave us something to do besides sitting in the tents. Then it began to rain…
The second day was a complete wash out. Twenty-four hours of steady rain. No one seemed to mind as we were able to spend a solid 8 hours going through the museum. I’ve been to Wheels Through Time on several occasions, but this was the first chance I really had to take it all in. There are so many bikes, parts, memorabilia and other things that it can cause a bit of sensory overload. When you really can take your time, you start noticing unusual things, like a Knucklehead with homemade rear suspension or a Flathead with tankshifters on both tanks. Odd bits sitting on shelves or hanging from the rafters catch your eye and require closer inspection. I honestly cannot think of a better place to spend a rainy day.
A fire was built in the outdoor shelter and the evening was spent talking about bikes and telling lies. A couple of guys from Australia were also camping at the museum and I enjoyed hearing about their adventures in the US. Turns out they were on a 6 month long motorcycle trip across the country. Talk about a vacation! Around midnight, I finally slogged back to the tent to try and get some sleep.
We had pitched our tents next to a small stream that ran around the edge of the museum’s grounds. Initially it had seemed like a good idea to set up next to the stream, it made for a very peaceful location with the water gentle running through the rocks. This all changed after an entire day of rain, soon the stream had turned into a minature raging river. Between the sounds of the rain on the tents, the wind whipping the tarp and the water crashing on the rocks, I was up half the night keeping an eye on the water level. By morning, the water had not risen past it’s banks, but it was really ripping past our campsite.
Finally around noon the rain started clearing out and we prepared for our first group ride. Plans were altered slightly and we chose to ride the Blue Ridge Parkway up to Mt Pisgah. The roads were still a little wet, with water running across them in some places and plenty of wet leaves, but it was great to finally get on the bike. We made one stop at the highest point on the Parkway, before continuing on to Mt Pisgah.
Returning back to Wheels Through Time, another dinner was being prepared and everyone was glad to have a warm meal after a cool ride in the mountains. The route for the following day was close to 250 miles of mountain roads, so most folks headed back to the hotels early to get some rest.
The last day of the run actually started out with something I hadn’t seen all week, warm air and sunny skies. People arrived early at the museum to get a start on the long ride and to make sure that they were in front of the chase truck.
The route for the day was supposed to take us over the Cherohala Skyway, then loop around to the Dragon and back to Maggie Valley. Of course there were a couple wrong turns added, which kept us from completing the planned ride, but we still logged over 200 miles and had a good time.
Dinner for the last night was BBQ sandwiches, followed by an awards banquet. Plaques were given out for the oldest and youngest riders, longest distance traveled, etc. Once the banquet was over, people headed out to start packing up bikes and trailers for the return trip home. The next morning I did the same, finally getting on the road by 9:00 AM. Steve and I had an uneventful ride back to central NC and I was home by mid afternoon.
This was my first AMCA road run and I hope to attend more in the future. If you like riding old bikes or even just looking at them, then an AMCA road run would be worth considering. You have to be an AMCA member to attend, but that’s it. They are already scheduling runs for next year, so check out their website for more information.
I posted some additional pictures of individual bikes here: Click Here