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Post in 'The Inglenook' started by begreen, Sep 2, 2013.
How to make one happy dad:
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The only motorcycle I still have is a 1972 Norton Commando 750. I have seen the video before great thread.
Had a friend that owned a Commando around '72. I could never keep up with him on the Kawasaki 350 up big hills. The 750 is the quintessential British bike.
1952 Triumph Thunderbird first super bike, would run 100mph from the factory. Dad ran this bike at Langhorn 120 mph on the front straight along with many trials/woods runs. Dad raced flat track until he was 74 years old, he is 87 now.
oops, no pic here at work, will add one later.
Awesome. (Damn, I miss my bikes.)
I love that video.
Sigh. Now I want a bike again. BUt it's just too expensive to plate and insure in my province ($1500 for sport bike plates and $500 for cruiser plates)
Great video! English bikes have a ride of their own.... I bought a 1972 Paul Dunstall 810cc Norton from a friend years ago... what a beautiful bike that was... Should have never sold that! That's a Christmas that no one will ever forget... great idea!
Ain't that the truth.
Same Norton I use to own back in the 70's.. Friend had it build at the Paul Dunstall Racing factory in England, went over for 6 weeks and rode there, then had it shipped back... he sold it to me some years later...
Thanks for sharing.
I ride a vintage Yamaha not a Norton but still fun none the less.
I fondly remember the first time I saw a Commando, 1971, sitting shiny and beautiful on the showroom floor. With a drip pan under it! If it doesn't leak oil, it needs to be refilled.
I recall the saying as "if it doesn't leak oil, it's not British"
Every now and then I get nostalgic about my old bikes...then I remember my wrecks and reality comes back into play...
I come back in the house in 1976 and hobble upstairs with torn jeans and shirt, helmet with demolished face shield in my hand and bleeding arm. First thing my wife says is "Is the bike hurt?".
reminds me of 9/1/11, my Dad raced antique flat track bikes, a 1925 Indian big valve board racer. He got tangled up coming out of the turn and hit the wall at roughly 80mph. I ran out to see how he was, realised the bike ( carb) was on fire and proceeded to put out the fire and let him lay there a minute. He was 74 at the time, end result was 14 fractures and a week in the hospital. He is 87 this year, but that was his last race.