2 months ago
Friday, March 29, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
"I was injured but it wasn't bad - I broke eight ribs, punctured my lungs and broke my back in a few places - but the worst thing was I had a week in the hospital and then another week off work."
"If there was no reason for you crashing then it would play with your head, but I was pushing hard, I was pushing too hard. I wanted to win and if anything got me into trouble it was that will to win."
"But if that is the reason I crashed then I'd be happy to do it again."
- G. Martin
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Monday, March 4, 2013
The last post has received quite a bit of attention and a few people have asked me to get a back-story on my old man, and specifically, the bike pictured. So, I twisted his arm and he agreed to give me some info. The majority of which I already knew, some I'm hearing for the first time. Most of what you're about to read occurred in my Grandfather's basement in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. Here's what pops had to say - - -
I believe that the year was 1973. My wife's brother Mark – who was about 11 years old at the time, worked like a son-of-a-gun grinding, sanding and wrenching on my 1971 Superglide. Yep, one of Willie G’s very own boat-tail wonders.
Well, like just about every other purchaser of that model, I first removed the boat-tail. Then, I shed the fatbob tanks, the original handlebars, controls, front fender and wheel, headlight, etc… and ended up using the rear under-fender as my fender, fabricating a sissybar at a local welding shop, purchasing a custom 2-up seat, purchasing a Sportster tank and fabricating mounts, adding risers and pullback handlebars, going with forward controls, a Bates headlight and a spool hub front wheel. I also extended the front tubes to 6 inches over.
After Mark and I had the frame and tank welds ground down, we custom moulded every joint, including the neck area (which had been ground down completely) and I sent the frame, swingarm, tank and rear fender down to Madison, WI to my good friend John Cardin for paint. John also had connections with a chrome shop in the Madison area, so I had my sissybar and other smaller items sent down for chroming.
When the sheetmetal and frame returned – a beautiful gold over burnt orange, Mark and I reassembled most of the bike in my wife’s father’s basement. Then, we hauled the frame (with engine and tranny installed) up the stairs to the garage and completed the assembly.
No shop manual, no lift, everything diagrammed by hand on paper…
By the way, all of the grinding and fabricating was done by hand back then – I didn’t even have air power tools. Just an electric drill, sandpaper, files and wrenches. I kind of recall making spacers for the front wheel by hand.
I do have to thank Mark for his work – he is still a workaholic – and my father-in-law, Al Czech, for their understanding and patience with me. I was 23 years old and had no idea what I was doing. However, if I had to do it over again…. You betcha!
Dad, Baker Drivetrain Party at the Broken Spoke, Sturgis 2010.