Two Wheeled Tales

My Robin in front of Flora-Bama on the Beach. Well kids, it is time for another blithering installment of “The Travels of Rigid Frame Richard”. This one doesn't involve a quest to “Clothe Poor Girls”. What a shame. I hit Pensacola, Florida for my niece's graduation. It was great to get to visit but tough […]

With the unfortunate passing of David Mann, there has been a lot of attention on his effect on the motorcycle world for generations. My view on David’s death is a little different. You see, David Mann and my father, John, had been friends for more than 35 years. They met through mutual friends in the

One of Ben & brother Chase's early mechanical efforts. Some people call motorcycles a lifestyle or a hobby, while others call them status symbols. I called motorcycles a barrier. I am the daughter of a mechanic and a fanatic, Mark Deacon. I am the sister of a protege and a follower, Ben Deacon (14-year-old). I

My first Harley was a 1979 Sportster, Guards red (Porshe red) with the old style lettering on the tank. I remember picking it up in March. My brother Gary had a truck or I should say what was left of a truck. Yeah I picked it up in a truck due to insurance reasons. It

Photo by www.vixenstars.com   Ain’t no use in lookin’back…  Jody’s got your Cadillac. Ain’t no use in goin’ home…Jody’s got your girl and gone.. Your left, Your left, your left, right,BRAVO!!! One helluva run, but Jake Kincaid wasglad it was over. It had taken nearly fourmonths, but he’d done it. He rode themodified Super Glide through

Every time I saw a Harley I used to say “Some day”.I had a lot of Harleys. My first was a black pan. All black with black saddlebags. Had another black chop pan that never ran right and bled oil. It had black saddlebags too. Had a 79 Lowrider in orange and O.D. green. Loved

My first Harley. Well let me back up a little bit and start by saying I had just sold my last Yamaha to buy a car from a friend who was going to the brig. I needed to get back up on two wheels. I knew I didn't want another japaneese bike, but I was

Feel like riding your new bike across the country during the winter? Photo from Bob T.I’ve had a few new Sydney Netriders ask me about how to keep warm on the bike during the winter months.So I thought I would put up some suggestions and a few tricks learned over the years.Some of them might

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith. There is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord the righteous Judge will award to me on the day.” ~ II Tim. 4:6-8In Loving Memory of my sister, my best friend and my right hand

I don’t know where to start. A riding buddy shows up at the Bikernet Headquarters with a modified ’54 Lincoln and asked for some help. So we quit working on bikes and tinkered with the stripped Lincoln with the rebuilt engine and a Carter carb from Highway Patrol Cruisers of the era. Of course, the

It had been a great day, as far as workdays go. It was Friday at last, and I had just finished lunch at home and cranked up the old Harley for the ride back to work. It was early summer, about 95 degrees, and it felt good cruising at 60 mph down the two-lane highway.

I found myself between jobs. The company I worked for the past 4 years was closing down at the end of the year and my new job wasn’t scheduled to start until February. It would require us to move from Texas to Virginia, but that’s what you do sometimes to pay the bills. Preparations needed

The Ace Café, 1969.There’s a place in London that is the heart and soul of British motorcycling history. The bikes have changed, the mode of dress has changed. One thing remains; it’s THE place you have to visit if you are ever in the UK.The Ace is the Iconic soul of English biking!Closed between 1969

Atlanta to Birmingham, Al. 22-23 Oct 2005: It was a nippy October morning in Atlanta, right around 30 degrees. Lovely day for a ride with my buddy. I shoulda got the hint the night before when he called and was waffling on a route. We were scheduled to meet at 8am near Dallas, Ga. I

Just before Christmas 2005, the company I had worked hard to make successful, closed its doors for the last time. I was fortunate, though, I snatched a job offer prior, but it required leaving Texas and moving to Virginia. I never thought I would leave Texas, but you gotta pay the bills and that’s where

Here’s the clan filling up for gas outside of Fort Collins CO. We’ve got them from left to right: Jerry Francis, 1950 Harley 74 Mike Sadusky, 1950 Harley 74 Warren Webber, 1950 Harley 74 Wendell Rea, 1942 Harley 45 notice the front knobbyThe true adventure riders: On Thanksgiving day while most Americans were sitting around

Chris Kallas art available in the Black Market. Chris Kallas and Greg Parigian Inglewood, CA 1968.In Feb. 2005. I got a call from a childhood friend that I hadn’t seen or talked to since 1969.We used to build models of choppers and make modifications to our Sting-Ray bicyclestill his family moved away. It's strange talking

Not too long ago my mate Bullitt, whom some Bikernet readers know as the V-max riding professional soldier, came back home from some undisclosed overseas country where he’d accomplished some undisclosed military things.Having been on active duty for almost a full year, he was looking forward to a month off. Relaxing on the Barbary Coast

My first time on a Harley was October 26, 2005. I was 35, and newly single. The tall, smiling guy I’d met on a plane two days before showed up on a 1999 Road King. I’d spent two hours getting ready, and all that preparation was about to be destroyed. I was a motorcycle virgin.

Some 3,126 miles later I arrived home already wondering when the next ride will begin. This ride was necessitated by a visit to Biketoberfest in Daytona Beach, Florida. And since the basic characteristics of a good ride do not include the most direct route, this one was no exception. It involved a 700-plus mile first

About six months ago I got my first Harley. It is a 2003 XL883R.I love it and like all proud Daddies’ I want the rest of the world to think my baby is as wonderful as I do. Now I think some do. Living in Jacksonville Fl, it’s a short ride to Daytona. So my

Why does the road, to what we really want, always have to be so fucking long? My love of riding comes very naturally. I grew up hearing the stories, my folks passed on, of my dad picking up my mom on whatever his current ride was and enjoying the night life of post war LA.

Heading out this morning on my way to work, bundled in layers and heated gloves, I was still a little concerned about how cold it might be as the temperature was a crisp 42° F and 60 mph down the road for 30 miles can be chilly.My fear was quickly overcome, and I have to

Gaspar Trama, motorcycle instructor par excellence, and one of the finest humans I have ever had privilege to know, passed away Tues, July 11, 2006. He went into the hospital for abdominal pain last Saturday, they found colon cancer, operated successfully, and he died later of a heart attack. (The leading cause of death for