The members of the Westside Motorcycle Club of Eugene, Oregon are our Honorary Borderline Sociopaths of the day. At least the membership in 1938:
Here’s something you’ll never hear nowadays: Let’s get a ladder and a motorcycle and head out onto Route 99! Don’t worry, we’re wearing cloth hats!
Here’s to you, Mister-I-Built-A-Replica-Of-An-Early-Twentieth-Century Board-Track-Racer-From-Scratch-And-Made-A-Blog-About-It But-Didn’t-Put-Your-Name-On-It But-Your-Wife’s Name-Is-Linda. Good jerb!
For comparison: Here’s a picture of a 1914 Cyclone from BSBFB favorite Motorcycles of the 20th Century
See the bits and pieces become a bike at: Boardtrack Replica
Everybody’s learnin’ how
Come on soil your wetsuit with me
Come on soil your wetsuit with me
I do believe that the jet-ski operator is engaging in foolhardy behavior. It looks dangerous towing that guy out there.