Perfect Day for a Sunday Ride

I just found these photo from a ride we took last winter. It was a warm Sunday, maybe 70 degrees. Amazing for the end of February.

It was perfect day for a motorcycle ride. It was an extremely dry winter, but we had finally had a little rain, so the grass was getting green. The daffodils and crab-apples were in bloom.

We met up with some other motorcycle enthusiasts for breakfast, then headed down to the Valencia Club in Newcastle, CA for the Sunday Blues Jam.

The Blues Jam takes place every Sunday from 2:00 pm to 6:00 pm. Anybody who wants to play music can just sign up and play. The music was wonderful.

A really cute older couple got up and danced, the man was in a wheelchair and his wife walked with a cane. 

She had the tips of her white hair dyed electric blue. They were all smiles and seemed to be having a great time.








We went outside to socialize between sets.
Here's a nice shot of our friend's 41 Knuck.

My husband and I were on our 1965 Panhead. One reason we chose it was that it was the first year Harley to have an electric starter.

That was a big change for us, since we had always ridden a 1947 Knucklehead with a only a kick starter.

Well, wouldn't you know it, when we got ready to go home the bike wouldn't start when he pushed the button!

Everybody was sitting there with their bikes running, waiting for us, I had to get off the bike so he could kick-start it. Fortunately, it did start and we rode home with no further problems.

Since the sun goes down so early in winter, and it gets cold, we didn't stay too late. I love that you can see our shadow in this shot.

All photos by the author

How We Got the Knucklehead Chopper

The Panhead Came First, But it Didn't Last Long

Back in the early 80's my husband got his very first Harley Davidson motorcycle. It was a 1949 Panhead, but it only ran for a few weeks before it blew up, so I really consider the Knucklehead to be the beginning of the story.

It was through riding the Panhead that he met Donta, who was an old Knucklehead rider. Donta became his good friend and helped him learn the ropes when it comes to working on and riding vintage Harleys.

It was 1981, and they were in the process of rebuilding the Panhead after it blew up, when he went down to the motorcycle swap meet in Costa Mesa looking for parts. He ended up coming home with a 1947 Knucklehead motor (all in pieces of course) for the bargain price of $546.

The Panhead motor was soon set aside and over a period of months, the frame that was going to hold the Panhead was prepared for the knuckle motor. The first time he built the Knucklehead, it was a chopper in a pan wishbone frame, it had a glide front end, a suicide clutch, jockey shift, and mechanical brakes.

Wrenching on the Sidewalk

When the Knucklehead was first built we were living on 80 acres down in the San Bernardino Mountains, but in 1984 we moved to a small town in Northern California.

We rented a little house right in town. At our first house, there was no shop, not even a yard in front, just a sidewalk. In those days it was not uncommon for us to have Harley parts on the kitchen table for extended periods of time. Then my sweetie would work on the bike out on the sidewalk in front of the house.

There Was No Helmet Law in California Then

When we first moved up north, we took a lot of day rides exploring the surrounding area. It was a good way to get the lay of the land and cheap entertainment for us.

In those days we made do with what we had. Since there was no money for hotels, and we had no sleeping bags, if we would be spending the night on the road we would just grab my homemade quilt off the bed and bungee it onto the front of the bike.

Roadside Repairs

We were on our way to the Redwood Run up in Humboldt County in these photos. I think it was maybe 1984. The Redwood Run was an annual tradition with us for about 15 years.

When you're traveling on these old motorcycles it's almost inevitable that someone will have an issue with their bike.

Some people like to travel with a "chase truck" to carry their gear, and you can load a bike into it if it breaks down. But we never did, we carried whatever we needed on the bike.

This time it was just a flat tire, so the problem was easily solved.

Those were some good times. Now I like to take things a little easier, but it was all part of the adventure back then.