Posted 11 years ago
I'd always been into old stuff,and since no one ever knocked on my door offering me antiques,I spread the word.No was was immune to me mentioning that I loved vintage...anything.When I overheard a co-worker talk about her father's estate,and how they didn't know what to throw and what to keep,I told them I'd be thrilled to lend a hand (and eye)
Her father (Russell) owned a bike,cycle and repair shop.I met her there,and made a handful of trips there as we whittled things down.He'd lived through the great depression and held onto things.And things.If it could be used or re-purposed,he saved it.I was amazed at the parts,manuals and paper in the cabinets.It was a lot of fun to read the old magazines (and prices!) of yesteryear.
A few weeks after our meeting,she mentioned her parent's had motorcycle jackets.When I finally SAW what she was talking about,I was amazed.Here were two chain stiched,long sleeve shirts,both Harley jackets and the decorated hat with numerous AMA pins.Complete with a studded DORIS and a white rawhide cord so the wind wouldn't blow it away.Other than being dried out a bit,they were in terrific shape.
It wasn't a matter of if I could afford them,it was a matter of how.I've kept the "package" intact,and have to smile whenever I look at them.To think of the rides these have been on.How tightly Russell's jacket may have been squeezed on a river ride,or thrown down on a bar floor.These were their "Sunday best" and I bet they'd never imagined they'd exist 60 years later.
Ride hard,live free-Russell & Doris,heres to ye!