1935 Harley Davidson 45

Posted by admin | 1935 Harley Davidson 45 with Constant Loss Pumper | Posted on May 14th, 2010

I learned to ride my buddy’s old 1935 45. This was the classic pumper where you had to pressurize the oil pump system with a hand pump, mounted through the split gas tanks, with an unmistakable knob handle that you grasped, gave several vigorous thrusts, kicked the bike over and when it fired up, killed every mosquito within 50 yards.

It was also notorious for cracking the roller cam followers in the middle of nowhere requiring a tow home. My buddy couldn’t afford the very high priced OEM replacements so he turned out new ones with better grade steel on his own Southbend lathe.

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1942 Harley Davidson WL45 Canadian Military

Posted by admin | 1942 Harley Davidson WL45 Canadian Military | Posted on May 13th, 2010

1942 Harley Davidson WL45 Canadian Military

I was barely 16 when I bought this for $100 in March 1955 from Tommy Evans, a wealthy kid on Ruskin Row in Crescent Wood neighborhood in Winnipeg, Manitoba. Many the hour we spent cruising the local highways and byways – paved, gravel and mud – struggling with stretched chains, rear wheel lugs falling out all the time(our pockets were full of spare lug nuts and and large allen key wrenches). We ranged as far north as the party beaches of Grand Beach and Winnipeg Beach on weekends until the snow flew and too cold to ride any longer. The longest trip I took on this bike was to West Hawk Lake, 90 miles east of Winnipeg. I drove this bike from 1955 to 1956.

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1949 Harley Davidson FL Hydraglide

Posted by admin | 1949 Harley Davidson FL Hydraglide | Posted on May 13th, 2010

1949 Harley Davidson FL Hydraglide

In 1957, I bought my black 1949 FL from the same rich kid on Ruskin Row. With bigger things in mind, traveling to such exotic cities as Fargo, North Dakota, and Minneapolis, Minnesota and even points beyond, such as Milwaukee and Wisconsin Dells, Wisconsin; Chicago, Illinois, and Dayton, Ohio.

We did the Gypsy Tour (terminology for present day Rally) to Mankato, Minnesota, in May of 1957.

These machines were inherently unstable and erratic above 50 mph for the most part with stretched chains, tearing up sprockets and constant valve lifter failure (a damn nuisance) and ungodly vibration above 65 mph, dangerous brakes which were essentially useless above 45 mph.

I soon learned to carry both primary and secondary sprockets, at least two high grade Diamond chains, both primary and drive, for fear of being caught in the middle of nowhere and having to buy cheap industrial tractor chains as replacement which wouldn’t last more than 500 to 1000 miles, as well as keeping three or four hydraulic lifters and spare points and condensers at all times along with an extensive array of Snap-On tools for emergency road-side repairs.

The electrics were abysmal as one soon learned to shut off any accessory lights at night for fear of overpowering the battery and pathetic 6-volt generator of that time and getting caught dead in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night.

Even so, I spent a lot of money on accessories and glistening black lacquer repaint job done by a show car specialist in Winnipeg who was crookeder than a dog’s hind leg stealing parts off customers bikes and cars but still did the best paint job in the city.

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1952 Harley Davidson FLH

Posted by admin | 1952 Harley Davidson FLH | Posted on May 13th, 2010

1952 Harley Davidson FLH

I bought the powder blue and white 1952 in Dayton, Ohio, after my 1949 met an untimely end due to a crossover metal gas line cracking (as was common), leaking gas unknown to me at a filling station at the outskirts of Xenia, Ohio.

Early one morning when I was refueling on a very, very long trip in August 1959, I kicked the bike over and it backfired, as was very common,

and promptly went up in flames like a Roman candle where it sat over a 30,000 gal reservoir. The gas jockey and I quickly dragged it into the street and let it burn. I replaced it four days later, after my Travelers Insurance claim was settled, with this enchanting 1952 that I had been admiring all the time while the insurance adjusters appraised my destroyed 1949.

I continued my trip on the 1952 down through Kentucky, Tennessee, Georgia to the tip of Florida around its west coast and up through the panhandle and along the Gulf of Mexico, through Biloxi, Mississippi, crossing Lake Charles in Louisiana on to Houston, Texas, with the intention of going as far south as Monterrey, Mexico.

But, 30 miles outside of Houston, the generator bearings seized up and I had to have the bike trucked back to the Houston Harley dealer for repairs. Having been on the road for over 4 weeks and running out of money, I turned back north and traveled through Tulsa, Oklahoma, and Wichita, Kansas, passed through Kansas City and Omaha, Nebraska, up the Red River Valley up onto Pembina, North Dakota, the border point 67 miles from Winnipeg. I proceeded to cross back to Canada but was stopped and had to take the bike back because its age violated Canadian customs import rules.

After logging over 5300 miles on that trip alone, I subsequently sold the bike off through a Harley dealer friend in Fargo, North Dakota. It probably was the most reliable Harley I ever owned and its buyer was grateful to me for many years after.

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1959 Harley Davidson FLH

Posted by admin | Uncategorized | Posted on May 13th, 2010

HD-FLH-1959I bought my 1959 in March 1960 from Northwest Cycle in Winnipeg. Getting married limited my travel but I did start a project of turning this machine into a dual custom bike that I could convert from full dress to chopped and bobbed.

The full dress component of the machine was chrome fenders, tank, crank case frame and cylinders. The seat of the dresser was black and white tuck and roll with a large monogram on the seat rail for passenger safety.

Then I chopped and bobbed candy red fenders and solo and pillion seats in red and white leather which would later would have been called a chopper. I was then able to present the machine in custom competitions either as full dress show bike or a custom chopped bike winning a number of trophies in several competitions.

In 1962, I traveled to Sturgis, South Dakota, then the very back water Gypsy Tour, sparsely attended and not surprisingly so because its main organizer and sponsor, Pappy Hoyle had a nasty habit of making Harley riders in need of simple repairs, such as chain replacements, totally unwelcome. Pappy had an Indian dealership and Indian went bankrupt in 1953.

I limped into Pappy’s dealership where sales personnel stopped me so I told them I needed a 50 foot chain. They warned me that he wouldn’t sell me anything but I didn’t believe them and approached Pappy and his son. They just stared at me and wouldn’t say a word.

I left and rode 30 miles down the road to a Harley dealer who was loading up his van with all sorts of Harley parts. I related my experience at Pappy’s and he told me that’s why he was heading for Sturgis.

In 1963, I traveled to Nova Scotia, Canada, by way of the northern United States, crossing back into Canada through New Brunswick from Maine to Dartmouth, Nova Scotia, around the Bay of Fundy, crossed the Halifax down through Chester, Mahone Bay, Bridgewater, Dartmouth, Annapolis Valley stopping with friend and relatives and returning through Quebec, Quebec City, Montreal, Toronto then to Sudburrey, Ontario, and recrossed the border at Sioux St. Marie, Michigan, and went to upper Michigan peninsula traveling across to Minnesota and crossing the border at International Falls, Minnesota, staying with an aunt in Fort Francis, Ontario, then on up to the old resort city of Kenora, Ontario, and crossed northwestern Ontario back to Winnipeg, Manitoba.

The bike was reasonably reliable for a Harley but required a lot of daily assessment and maintenance, make no mistake. As I well knew, this bike was at the end of its rope with increasing engine noise and was due a major overhaul, both top and bottom end, which was customary on Harley’s of the period having extended hard use of 5000 to 10,000 miles. I tore up a couple chains and valve lifters on this trip.

While on my travels of 1962 and 1963, I started in 1962 on a project of turning this bike in a big bore stroker machine, obtaining a set of stroker fly wheels from S&S in Blue Island, Illinois, and large bore cylinders, the first ever commissioned for the big twins.

After a visit to Doc Dytch of Dytch Sales in Des Moines, Iowa, in 1962, I had Does anybody remember a Canadian couple at a Des Moines bike rally in 1962 hosted by a local farmer where we ate delicious barbeque and corn on the cob fresh from the field?him build a 108 cubic inch big bore stroker engine which had to have clearance from Harley due to their patent design. We also had Jim Leinwebber design and manufacture the high lift cams at Doc’s recommendation for the engine. At Doc’s request, the pistons were made by Jahns, the premier maker of custom pistons of that period.

After my Nova Scotia trip of 1963, I proceeded with this project but not being terribly happy with the very pathetic single carb Tillitson set up that Harley utilized. In 1964, I had the cylinder heads reported for dual carb set up and began experimenting with various carbs, such as Amal and SU, neither of which was sufficient size or capability to synchronize for this large engine.

In 1965, on a visit to Milan, Italy, for the large international motorcycle trade show (I had become an importing dealer of Norton and Ducati by this time) I met with Luigi D’Ellorto of Carboratori D’Ellorto fame, discussed and described in detail my engine configuration, specifications in detail and before leaving the trade show in Italy, personally received from him a set of 42mm carbs with an extensive set of jets and slides.

Our shop proceeded to build the engine which performed incredibly with these very refined modern carburetor components. Further testing and trials in our shop and local drag strip encountered a lot of transmission and traction problems. We then obtained and installed the then little known custom made drag motorcycle slick. By using the enormous engine torque in second gear launches, we also avoided the common 1st and 2nd gear shift skips of the very crude Harley transmissions getting a reasonably straight line full shot.

In those days, it was very difficult to get any testing done because of the limited number of meets at Keystone Dragways in Winnipeg which forced me to trailer the machine over 400 miles to Anoka, Minnesota, for additional testing opportunities – not an easy task.

Sadly, after numerous failed trials, I made a really successful first whole shot in Winnipeg. Shifting seamless up to 3rd gear, the power stopped and I looked down and watched my crank cases separating. The front piston failed, cracking at the top ring land, shattering the engine all over the strip and coasted through the traps in pieces at less than 13 seconds. It was a blast while it lasted!

Murray, my head mechanic, diagnosed the engine failure due to insufficient top ring land piston wall thickness.

Being a busy dealer, I had to put that project on the shelf for another day and eventually rebuilt the engine as a 88 inch stroker with standard barrels because the Dytch barrels were tore up, reinstalled the chrome cylinders, and eventually sold it to a custom bike enthusiast in Edmonton, Alberta, in 1967 – thus ending my Harley career.

Quarter Mile TimeAt the same time, we were building 250 Ducatis in our shop, Chariot Cycle on Selkirk Ave, that could run the quarter mile in the high 12s and Norton 750s that could run in the low 12s as well as dominating the local quarter mile dirt track races with our very talented head mechanic, Murray.

Our racing team dominated local flat track and hill climbing for several years while we operated an active work shop in the mid to late 1960’s.

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