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The Women of Sturgis

The Sturgis Buffalo Chip created the Biker Belles to embrace women in motorcycling and raise funds for women charities. Toni from Buffalo Chip is Ron Woody Woodruff. The Chip well known in the giving back community. Toni has been involved and has done a fantastic job in coordinating this endeavor with icons such as Diva Amy Skaling and Laura Klock.

I am grateful it was held at the Deadwood Lodge allowing more time and an ideal place to have a conversation to share stories.

Team Diva is a sponsor of the Buffalo Chip Biker Belles Event held at the Deadwood Lodge had the Comfort Zone up and running with massages, haircuts and braiding, team Diva hats, 1LBC one of a kind jewelry and the Helping with Horsepower bikes set up with info on how to win and help.

The event drew many men out to show support like Dave Dunn, Dan Roche, Donnie Smith, Tony Pan, Earl and Rogue.

Women from Canada, Montana, Wisconsin, New Jersey, Florida, Arizona seriously from all over.

This event has brought together female icons in the motorcycle industry and this year was no different.

Women like Missy Iron Cowgirl has been supporting this event she has been performing at the Biker Belles events for years. She is also a female motorcyclist, singer/song writer and has been riding her own since she was 8 years old. She is from Michigan.

Diva Amy Skaling, known for her blinged out Diva Glide and hats extraordinary she loves women and motorcycling. She has a heart of gold and believes anything worth doing is worth over doing! Well known in both Rock n Roll and motorcycling she isn’t a trailer queen she has many miles under her belt!

Suzy Q. Yaffe wife of Paul Yaffe out showing support for women in motorcycling. She is a huge advocate for women in motorcycling and has continued to encourage women riding whenever she can.

Karlee Cobb breaking land speed records top speed 197 going for over 200 this year.

Kristy Swanson actress and motorcycle rider.

Christine Paige Diers, Executive Director of the Sturgis Motorcycle Museum & Hall of Fame

Vicki Sanfelipo an RN she is best known for her efforts to reduce injuries and fatalities to motorcyclists by creating Accident Scene Management a bystander training program with instructors in Australia and South Africa.

Jen Shade radio personality and artist extraordinaire and female motorcyclist.

This next gal is why I love this too.

First time solo rider from Florida. She was stood up by a partner she was to meet and decided to keep going. I encouraged her through Facebook and so did others and I had the pleasure of sharing a hug with her at this event and congratulating her for her self-determination. Marcy Meyer.

Of course we were there to celebrate Gloria Tramontin Struck’s 90th birthday. Yes she still rides and she came from New Jersey to celebrate with us! Her story incredible. For a lady who said no I don’t want to ride she has sure been riding her own for a long long time! So let’s talk about the 3 generations representing women there. Gloria riding since 1941. Her daughter Lori her traveling companion for years. I have had both the pleasure to meet and ride with both many times. But let’s talk about the game changer.

 

Kathy DaSilva this gal not your ordinary gal but a 3rd generation motorcycle rider. So the story goes her mom didn’t want her to ride. So she snuck out took the classes, got her motorcycle endorsement then went home and said guess what! LOL. That isn’t all that is it? Well, she wanted to be a Motor Maid like her grandmother. The convention in Canada was coming up and she wanted to ride with Gloria and her mother Lori to the convention but no motorcycle. Well a few days before she come home with her new motorcycle and rides 1780 miles to and from Canada. So let me say hats off to an incredible young 3rd generation female motorcycle rider! I had the pleasure of meeting her at this event she is a lovely young lady and since I know both her grandmother and mother I am not surprised. Way to Go Kathy!

So yes there were strong women in the industry so many to remember them all. But isn’t this why we come together for the Marcy’s and the Kathy’s in this world. To share our experience, strength, skills and life lessons and story’s!

An awesome event and celebration. Toni and Diva you knocked it out of the park again!

  

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The Humble One Returns



THE HUMBLE ONE RETURNS– I was going to submit a small offering for BIKERNET about the 08′ Dyna with H-D 110-inch engine, just a quick blurb. 


Here are a few pics from my ride this morning, (my 41st birthday). The bike is extremely smooth considering it has been bored and stroked from the original 96-inch engine. 



I read your Indian article and it makes me smile to see you riding a bike you truly enjoy…trust me, I know the feeling. While a new Road Glide may enter my garage in a few years, I do not think I will ever be able to get rid of this little screamer. 

I only average about 40 mpg, but I have a heavy throttle hand. I recently raced my old V-Rod crew, and surprisingly was faster than them up to 100 mph. This bike is more quick than fast, but the power range is set up for a rider. I have no issues accelerating past an issue no matter the speed of traffic. 

The bike had just over 4k miles on it when I bought it a year ago. She is sitting at just over 12k miles now, and the only maintenance I have had to perform is fluids and a battery. The bike has automatic compression releases, but I am thinking a heavy duty starter might be in order as this battery already seems to be struggling after 6 months.



I read a lot of negatives in the forums about the H-D 110-inch, but I haven’t had any issues associated with common problems like the rear cylinder leaking. I do spray the engine with de-greaser every 3 months to really keep my eyes on the cylinder bases, but haven’t had any evidence of leaking yet.

Overall, it’s just a great bike to ride. It seems everyone and their brother is setting up their Dynas into the West Coast club style, but I am staying away from that. I really want this bike to keep the classic lines and be hard to distinguish my 2008 from a 1978. 



I think it looks great the way it is, but am slowly adding chrome details as I can scratch up the money. The biggest purchase so far was the wheel exchange and the Le Pera seat. 

I used Willy Shiny from your neck of the woods and would recommend him in a heartbeat. Great service, great wheels, and a very good price. The chrome wheels make the bike pop. 

The Le Pera Cherokee pleated seat looks like a flashback and is fairly comfortable. It gives great back support and a decent amount of cushion. The looks are second to none.

I can send more pics and info on the bike as I make more changes.

Until next time,

—Johnny Humble 

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89-Year-Old Motorcycling Grandma Joins Crowd Funding Effort for ‘I AM STURGIS’

 
Moorpark, CA, and Clifton, NJ – (21 April 2015) – Why We Ride Films, the production team that brought you Why We Ride, the most critically acclaimed motorcycle movie of all time, is thrilled to have Gloria Struck join their Kickstarter campaign to help fund its new film I AM STURGIS.

“We are honored to have Ms. Struck join our cause,” says Bryan Carroll, who directed Why We Ride and will direct I AM STURGIS. “Gloria is a legend. She inspires people whenever she rides, and she still rides a lot.”

 
Ms. Struck first sat astride a motorcycle in 1941, at a time when very few women did so, and she’s been riding ever since. She travels annually to motorcycle rallies around the country and gatherings hosted by the groundbreaking, all-female motorcycle club she joined in 1946, the Motor Maids. This year, as she’s done many times in the past, she plans on riding the 1,700 miles from her home in Clifton, NJ, to South Dakota for the 75th Anniversary of the Sturgis Motorcycle Rally. She’s been making the trek to motorcycle rallies all over the country for over six decades.
 
 
 

“We do not trailer bikes. We ride to Sturgis every year,” Ms. Struck says. “My goal is to keep riding to Sturgis until I’m 100. The Black Hills, the custom bikes, the people from all over the world and, of course, the riding is like nowhere else on earth. It is not what you think, and it should not be missed. “

The impetus for I AM STURGIS stems partly from this year’s Sturgis Motorcycle Rally being the 75th Anniversary of that motorcycling institution. In recent years, the Sturgis rally has drawn half a million participants, but attendance estimates for this year’s anniversary rally exceed one million riders. There may never be a better time to capture the passion, dedication and camaraderie of the motorcycling community, and there certainly is no better place than the iconic Sturgis gathering.
 

When making Why We Ride, Sturgis was the first filming location, and it had an immediate emotional effect on the filmmakers. “There is a spirit there that enters you and grabs your heart,” says Bryan H. Carroll, producer/director. “You put your hand on a boulder and you feel this energy; you can feel it in the air. It’s easy to understand why American Indians hold this place sacred.”

Why We Ride Films launched their crowd funding efforts with the goal of raising $350,000 of the production budget for I AM STURGIS through their Kickstarter campaign. With the help of Gloria Struck and others, they are on their way, but still hope for greater participation from motorcycle enthusiasts and the general public alike.

 

There are many contribution levels, starting with “The Wave,” a $5 donation that gets you a digital version of the movie poster. A $15 “First Ride” donation earns an early digital download of the film. Increasing donations up to $75 are rewarded with patches, pins, stickers, T-shirts and limited edition Blu-Ray/DVD film combo packs. Large-dollar (ranging from $125 to $10,000) donators receive Sturgis 75th Anniversary Club Rewards, movie premiere passes, and they can even get production
credits (up to “associate producer” and “co-executive producer”), access
to the Producer’s Private Pre-Party and private theatrical screenings in
their hometowns.

“We made Why We Ride about a community,” says producer James Walker. “Now, with Gloria Struck and others joining in, that community is helping us make our next film: I AM STURGIS!”
 
A campaign trailer for I AM STURGIS is viewable at www.IAmSturgis.com. Why We Ride Films urges those with a passion for motorcycling to join Gloria Struck in helping to bring I AM STURGIS: The Movie to the big screen. This will be a collective endeavor, made by and for people with a fervor for riding. Anyone can pledge support and be a part of the movie.
 
 

Those wanting to participate in crowdfunding this project can do so at www.IAmSturgis.com.

About Why We Ride Films: Why We Ride Films is the production team behind Why We Ride, a feature length documentary film. Since its December 2013 release, it has quickly become the most critically acclaimed motorcycle movie of all time. Independently distributed by producer/director Bryan H. Carroll and producer James Walker–recent recipients of American Motorcyclist Magazine’s 2014 Motorcyclists of the Year award–Why We Ride’s aim is to use the power of cinema not only to entertain but also educate, inspire and celebrate the world of motorcycling with audiences worldwide. To learn more about Why We Ride, visit WhyWeRide.com.

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Trailblazers 2015 Dick Hammer Award Recipient

The Trailblazers held its 71st annual banquet on Saturday, April 11th at the Carson Center in Carson, CA. The club has a long and rich history of motorcycling in Southern California, dating as far back as 1936 when A.F. Van Order put out the call for racers of the early boardtrack racing era to get together and share stories about their days on the track.

This year the Trailblazers inducted into its Hall of Fame eight notable motorcyclists and a ninth individual, CH Wheat, was awarded the club’s top honor, the Dick Hammer Award, named after the late-great AMA Hall of Fame racer. We are proud to bring you Mr. Wheat’s racing history.
–Bandit

 
The Trailblazers 2015 Dick Hammer Award recipient has exemplified the attributes of “Drive, Determination and Desire” throughout his life in motorcycling. CH Wheat has had a successful career first as a racer, then as a business owner who raced, and finally as a business owner/sponsor who gives back to the sport and industry he truly loves. CH has done it all and managed to succeed with a cheerful demeanor that has made him countless friends and supporters throughout his life.

CH Wheat became a racing contender in Southern California in Class C dirt track and also roadraces, as well as off-road races in the west with top finishes at DeAnza Park, Catalina Grand Prix, Torrey Pines roadrace and more. He rode against some of the best of his era including Ed Kretz Sr., Ed Kretz Jr., Jimmy Philips, Ray Tanner, George Everett, Dick Dorresteyn, Johnny Gibson, Dick Mann, Tex Luse, Walt Axthelm, and Don Hawley. 

For CH, racing was fun and most images of him show his winning smile. His most “fun” race came at the 1957 Riverside TT Pacific Coast Championship where he battled Ed Kretz Jr. for 25 laps. The duo passed each other more than three times every lap and crossed the finish line virtually side-by-side to a standing ovation from the crowd in the grandstands.
  
 

When he wasn’t racing, CH was building his motorcycle businesses. His most successful and well-known business is IMS Products. CH saw the need for innovative products such as extended-capacity fuel tanks, high-quality wide foot pegs, and more durable shift levers. They are best known for their high capacity fuel tanks for long distance off-road racing and affordable quick fill gas tanks and leak proof dump cans.

IMS also supports organizations such as Rider Down. And Team IMS sponsors over 1,000 riders in all forms of motorcycle and ATV racing. And it all started with CH Wheat and a good idea.
 
Racer, business owner, sponsor, philanthropist, mentor and friend, he has done it all with courage, honesty, and a big smile. The Trailblazers congratulates CH Wheat as the 2015 Dick Hammer Award Recipient.
 
 
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Dyna Suspenson, Part II

 

This is an easy one with a myriad of considerations. It’s easy because it’s a stock bike and Jeremiah changed his mind about being cool. He’s not lowering his scooter, and basically doesn’t want to mess with the stock configuration. There’s a world out there of guys who are beginning to feel that way. For us old outlaws who need to change and learn about everything, it’s a very scary thought.

Even lowering a stock bike doesn’t need to be a big deal. I spoke to Sean at Progressive and he told me the stock bike drill.

“As for your question about checking clearance,” Sean pointed out, “it’s not needed if using our application fitment tool on the website and given the correct part # for a bike. In Jeremiah’s case we used the application fitment tool on the website, looked up his bike and was given a part #. This part # is very bike specific. If we listed a part # for a certain bike it means we did a fitment check already and set the bottom out position in a safe location to avoid the stock OE setup from rubbing anything.” 

So in stock bike situations Progressive takes the guess-work out of the equation.

Again, I’m going to run through some of the Progressive material with thoughts from the Bikernet Tech staff. All of our comments are edited and scrutinized by the Supreme Bikernet Performance Editor, Ray C. Wheeler, between dyno runs with his Salt Flats racer.

Warning

Lowering your motorcycle will decrease initial ground clearance. The motorcycle will be lower to the ground and care should be taken to avoid bottoming, especially over bumps or in turns. Lowering a motorcycle can change the
handling characteristics. Always use extreme caution when riding after a change is made and take time to get accustomed to any handling change.

These shocks can be mounted with the adjuster at the top or bottom. However, Progressive recommends the shocks be mounted with the adjuster at the top for ease of spring adjustment

The motorcycle must be securely blocked up or jacked to prevent it from tipping over when the shocks are removed. Failure to do so can cause serious damage and ruin your entire week and paycheck.

The use of lowering blocks on Progressive Suspension shocks is not recommended. Use of a lowering kit may void the warranty or damage the shock/motorcycle. Progressive Suspension shocks are designed to work on the OEM (original equipment) frame and swingarm.

Use of these shocks on a frame or swingarm other than OEM may produce an unsatisfactory ride and void the warranty.

Shocks are like a miracle drug to the right motorcycle. For the wrong motorcycle, they can be a dangerous nightmare. There are a number of specific golden keys when it comes to shocks. There is travel, spring rate, and dampening. I like to talk to shock wizards constantly. If you’re a dirt bike rider you know the significance of those amazing shocks with tons of travel. We are working with shocks with very limited travel. Then, if we lower a bike, travel is reduced.

Take one pair of shocks and throw a few variables at them, like speed, or two-up riding, or traveling weight, even a different seat changing your position on the bike. Try altering the front end. Then there are road conditions to consider. I often wonder how the hell anyone designs shocks capable of a silky smooth ride over a 2-inch bump at 25 mph. So what happens at 40 mph over a 2.5-inch bump? It’s nuts and you begin to understand the need for computer-operated ride control in cars.

Progressive Suspension is just that. They have been progressive to work with, constantly testing and trying different configurations on custom bikes in search of handling and ride Nirvana.

Make sure that proper bushings/sleeves are installed in the shocks. Improper bushings/sleeves can cause unsatisfactory and unsafe operation (see the instructions packaged with the mounting hardware).

1. Place a quality jack or sufficient blocks under the
motorcycle to securely lift the rear wheel slightly off the ground. Actually, you need to lift the rear of the bike until the wheel is resting comfortably on the ground, but with no stress on the shock. You will know immediately as you loosen the bottom shock bolt. If it glides you’re golden. If it doesn’t, you need to adjust your jack up or down.

2. Using the correct shop manual for your bike, remove the old shocks and note location of mounting hardware. If additional accessories are installed on your motorcycle, please refer to their mounting instructions for removal to gain access to your shocks.

3. Before installing your new Progressive shocks, you need to check the tire to fender clearance, making sure that the tire does not come in contact with the fender. If the rear fender or tire has been changed to anything other than stock, a travel limiter may be required. On some models with side bags or luggage, the bag or luggage mounts may
need to be modified to eliminate any interference.

Since Jeremiah’s bike was stock, we didn’t have the above issues, but with my custom FXR, we needed to remove the springs with a nifty JIMS tool, install the shocks and lower the bike until the fender touched or the shock bottomed out. In one case, we used several travel limiters, which made us very aware of how much our shock travel was limited. We had maybe ¾-inch of travel.

Install the shock assemblies onto the motorcycle with the included hardware, noting any special instructions in the hardware kit. Tighten bolts / nuts to their proper torque. Check the clearances of the shock to the frame, shock to chain or belt, shock to chain or belt guard and shock to brake caliper and linkage.

We did the above and determined which spacers to run. They were a tight fit in the shock grommets, so we used a ½-inch bolt and nut to pull them into place. Done deal.

4. Reinstall any accessories removed in accord with their mounting instructions. Make sure accessories do not interfere with the shocks throughout their full travel. If any accessories bolt to the shock mounting points, a careful inspection must be make to ensure that they do not bind the shocks in any way. The shock eyes should have a
minimum clearance of .02-inch to insure the eyes are not binding.

5. Set your ride sag. The proper spring pre-load setting will permit the rear suspension to sag, or compress, approximately one inch from full extension. To check sag, take a measurement from the center of the rear axle, straight up to a vertical point on the rear fender or frame with the shocks fully extended.

Then take a second measurement using the same points with the rider(s) on the bike. The difference between the two measurements is the ride sag. If the bike is sagging too much, increase the pre-load. These shocks are set at the factory to minimum pre-load.

6. Spring pre-load adjustments are made by turning the upper (long) cover. Turn this adjuster clockwise to increase spring pre-load and counterclockwise to decrease spring pre-load.

Above the adjuster, there are four grooves, these are pre-load reference marks:

Minimum pre-load = No visible grooves

Maximum pre-load= four visible grooves.

Set the pre-load equally on both shocks using these reference marks as your guide.

NOTE: The adjuster is a threaded device, so if you rotate the adjuster (upper cover) fully to the minimum or the maximum setting, you will
feel a sudden increase in rotational resistance as you reach the end of the range of adjustment. This sudden increase in resistance is the adjuster tightening against its stop. When you feel this, we recommend that you turn the adjuster back from the stop by approx ¼ turn.

This will facilitate easy adjustments in the future. If the adjuster is tightened firmly against the stop, either at minimum pre-load or maximum, you
may have difficulty re-adjusting the pre-load by hand. Should this occur, the use of a strap wrench or similar tool will give you the needed leverage to rotate the adjuster away from its stop and return it to normal operation.

7. Test ride: If excessive bottoming occurs you need to increase your spring pre-load setting as described above.

Warranty
 

Progressive Suspension warrants to the original purchaser of this part to be free of manufacturing defects in materials and workmanship with a lifetime warranty. In the event warranty service is required, you must call Progressive Suspension immediately with a description of the problem.

If it is deemed necessary for Progressive Suspension to make an evaluation to determine whether the part is defective, a return authorization number will be given by Progressive Suspension. The parts must be packaged properly so as to
not cause further damage and returned prepaid to
Progressive Suspension with a copy of the original invoice and a detailed letter outlining the nature of the problem.

If after the evaluation of your report by Progressive Suspension board of directors, and no spelling errors are discovered, and the part was found to be defective, it will be repaired or replaced at no cost to you. If we replace it, we may replace it
with a reconditioned one of the same design. Your parts will be fixed at the exclusive Progressive Suspension Reconditioning facility in Rattlesnake Gulch in the Mojave Desert, and you are required to retrieve you components on foot with the original invoice in hand.

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Further Adventures of the Borderland Biker -Chapter 19

  
Editor’s note: The following story is from the book, “The Further Adventures of The Borderland Biker, In Memory of Indian Larry and Doo Wop Music,” by Derrel Whitemeyer.

For Chapter 18 Click Here

 
 To fifty, and I’m being generous, my Wide Glide might’ve kept us in sight. From fifty onwards the M109 was, with the exception of the Road Warrior and Raider, like no other V-twin I’d ever ridden. Top speed became a relative term when we began to encountered dips and rises in the otherwise perfectly straight road. Larry, on the Raider just ahead and to my left and with Kate clinging tightly to him, would become airborne cresting some of the rises. Only the severest rises and dips were slowing him down.
Fourth and fifth gears are the Suzuki M109’s and Yamaha Raider’s trump cards, with their fifth gear being as high a ratio as sixth gear in many other bikes. My speedometer at one time read over 120 mph and I had no doubt there was more. Whether that speed was accurate, I couldn’t be sure.
 
Twice I glanced at the gray land paralleling us then stopped; it was too depressing. It reminded me of a picture I’d once seen of Hiroshima taken right after the atom bomb had been dropped. The gray land paralleling us was a panoramic print of that picture but with more devastation. Caught in the whirlpools of dust devils were clouds of ash that swirled around the skeletons of buildings that extended out as far as the horizon. Was this one of our alternate realities? For a moment I felt like the Charles Dickens character Ebenezer Scrooge being shown the ‘if we don’t all get our shit together’ future by the third Christmas ghost.
 

More than two minutes into our ride the dips and rises disappeared and our road leveled; the landscape was becoming less gray, less desolate and then suddenly we were surrounded by fields of tall wheat. We’d crossed from one Borderland into another so fast I couldn’t remember seeing where one ended and the other began. Speaking of fast, Kate’s added weight wasn’t slowing Larry down. Could he have programmed vitamins or steroids into his remap to override the Raider’s rev limiter? Could we have gotten to or exceeded 140 mph? We’d never find out. Looming ahead was an elevated highway.

 
To reach it the end our road had become a climbing sweeping left turn onto an on-ramp. We were down to our final fifteen seconds. With Kate’s head tucked behind his back, Larry was holding his present speed. If anything it had increase a bit. Was it to compensate for the on-ramp’s two hundred foot rise in elevation to reach the highway or because we were nearly out of time? Whatever the reason for the increase in speed we’d be testing the limits of our tires. There’d be no room for mistakes, no prisoners. Midway through the turn we were both leaned so far over our foot pegs were dragging. Don’t lower my heel or toe…had become my mantra. Sparks coming off Larry’s pegs reminded me of when I was a kid and my younger brother would run around our backyard with a Fourth of July sparkler. 
 
At one point I glance over my shoulder. There was no sign of the wasteland we’d passed through or of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Quickly looking forward again I was able to see Larry’s Raider pass between two trucks…I followed. Had either of the trucks an extra coat of paint we wouldn’t have made it. The trucks had been coming straight for us. The on-ramp we’d entered was really an off-ramp and our two and a half minutes had just ended…and I could only hope we’d crossed into the final piece of Ma n’ Pa’s Borderland and joined them together…
 
…and we’d made it…but to where?
 
Larry was slowing; he must’ve known the two and a half minutes were gone and that we were in another Borderland. Navigating between oncoming traffic brought home the reality we really were going the ‘WRONG’ way. To Larry’s credit he wasn’t slowing too much. Slowing too much would have given oncoming drivers time to swerve or hit their brakes and maybe lose control. Slowing to a mere eighty made our relative speed manageable; manageable meaning time enough to maneuver between them before they could react. Any slower and they would’ve panicked. A turnoff to a maintenance lane allowed us to finally pull off to the side and stop.
 
“This place has some serious negative vibes,” I was shouting over the sound of traffic.
 “It doesn’t seem at all like a Borderland Ma n’ Pa would’ve had created.”
 
“It may,” said Larry, “be an echo of what they ‘didn’t’ want to create.”
 
“What do you mean?” I asked.
 
“It’s sort of like when we can’t keep ourselves from dreaming of what we don’t want to dream of…,” Larry replied.
 
I followed with another question, “If that’s the case, can we backtrack across the wasteland and return to the portal at Kate’s place? It should be open in another couple of hours.”
 
“Yes and no,” answered Kate. “Hours in our time could be years here. I’ve instruments in my backpack that’ll tell me when and where we can leave but I need to set them up and to do that we need to get off this highway.”
 
“The drivers are slowing;” Larry shouted pointing at the traffic, “it’s just a matter of time before they call the police.”
 
“Speaking of drivers,” I interrupted, “have you two taken a look at them? They look like, and I know this sounds impossible, insect versions of humans.”
 
Human in shape and size but with hard exoskeleton surfaces; were they what we might’ve looked like if we’d evolved from insects? Had we ridden to an alternate universe peopled by some sort of human and insect hybrid?
“You’re traveling the wrong way,” said a driver with a segmented face and that’d just pulled to a stop. “More importantly your kind isn’t allowed here. Humans are not allowed out of their sector unless accompanied by an Alpha.”
 
“Are you an Alpha?” I asked.
 
“Hardly;” answered the driver. They’ve no compassion or understanding beyond the task of keeping everyone in their designated sectors. They’re not to be trifled with by my kind or your kind, especially your kind, for any reason.”
 
“Sort of like soldier ants or bees,” Kate had gotten off the back of Larry’s bike and had walked over to the driver’s door. “So if they’re Alphas, what’s your kind called?”
 
The driver was quick with his answer, “Humans are simply referred to as the ‘Others’. We’re known as Betas.”
 
Kate had casually taken off her backpack and moved it to where it was between her and the driver. Noticeably agitated now that Kate had come close, the driver moved back from his open window. It was obvious the ‘Others’ were not to approach Betas or Alphas unless given permission?
 
“Not to be rude,” the driver had become calm again, “but I’ve never seen any of your kind operate anything but farm machinery or heavy mining equipment. To find the three of you on motorcycles free to ride the roads away from your compounds and without an Alpha escort, is, well to say the least, unexpected.”
 

All the while this seemingly harmless banter was taking place the driver’s car was inching slowly forward; at the same time another car that had pulled up was inching in behind us. Soon we’d be trapped. Was the movement of their vehicles simply the innocent creep of two drivers unknowingly releasing their brakes or a deliberate attempt to block the three of us from escaping? At the same time the driver’s car was inching forward Kate was inching her backpack upwards to where it was level with the car’s window.

 
Speaking so softly Larry and I could barely hear, Kate said to the driver, “Back your vehicle up and give us the room we need to turn around.”
 
“You’re too late; the authorities are already on their way.”
 
“If you don’t move,” Kate responded still using her soft voice, “you won’t be here to see them arrive.”
 
“You forget,” came at the end of a short laugh, “we’ve exoskeletons like Alphas; we’re much stronger than you.”
 
“Are you stronger,” Kate had pulled her Colt 45 Model 1911 automatic from her backpack and was pointing it at the driver’s head, “than my little friend here?”
 
“Not even Alphas have firearms…how were you…?
 

“What you really want to be asking me, not to be rude, is will I shoot if you don’t move your vehicle?”

 
Immediately the driver, with Kate walking beside his window, began backing up and emitting a high pitch chirping. The driver behind us chirped in response and began backing up seconds later…so much for cell phones.
 
From far away came the sounds of sirens; I had to assume the police would be made up of Alphas. The large, growing larger crowd of the curious would hopefully slow their arrival.
 
Larry had gotten off his bike and walked to where Kate was standing, “We’ve got to go.”
 
Kate wasn’t moving; it was as if she wanted an excuse to shoot the driver.
 
“…NOW!”
 
Seconds after Larry shouted ‘Now’ he picked Kate up, slung her over his shoulder and began carrying her back to his bike. It was too late, the Alphas had arrived. Heading straight for us they looked as if they were wading through the gathering crowd of Betas. Much taller than the Betas and formidable in appearance, the first two had gotten out of a large van about a hundred yards behind us. Another four Alphas had exited the rear of the van and were following.
 
Suddenly fifty feet ahead of us a rusty old, old as in antique, dump truck entered from a side street and screeched to a halt. Expecting to see more Alphas we were instead surprised to see Hilts sitting in the driver’s seat waving for us to get in the truck as quickly as possible.
 
For a moment I was hoping Hilts might’ve transformed into the quintessential spaghetti western gunfighter that had saved us from the Cyclops Paul E. Femus and that maybe he’d brought Ma n’ Pa with him as backup.
 
“If you want to live,” shouted Hilts, “leave your bikes and get into the truck as fast as you can.”
 
Directly behind me came sounds that reminded me of the clicking of a steam heater in a rundown hotel. Without looking I knew the Alphas were already here and that I didn’t have time to turn and shoot. I didn’t have to. Kate and Larry had already drawn their pistols and were firing.
 
 
Larry and Kate then ran around to the passenger side of the truck and jumped in, at the same time waving their arms for me to follow. The few Alphas that were left were bent over the Alphas Larry and Kate had shot. The crowd of Betas, which had up until a few seconds ago been cheering the Alphas on to attack us were now quiet. It was as if finding out Alphas were not indestructible had immobilized them.
 
“We’ve got to leave now,” shouted Hilts.
 
Hilts had already turned the dump truck around so it was pointed back down the narrow side street.
 
“Get in;” Hilts shouted again, “I know where there’s an exit out of this Borderland. But we can’t wait.”
 

“Go, I’ll follow on the Raider,” it was my turn to shout. “The M109’s parked closest to the entrance to this side street and I’ve an idea how to use it, sorry Mr. Suzuki, so that it will slow down any pursuit.”

 
Instead of trying to argue me out of my idea, Hilts put the dump truck in gear and accelerated down the side street. When he’d driven about fifty yards and was near where it intersected with another street he pulled to the side. After I’d followed him on the Raider for about forty feet I stopped, turned and fired three shots at the M109’s gas tank.
 
Glock’s 45 GAP puts big holes entering things and bigger holes leaving. With three big and three even bigger holes the gas tank was quick to empty its contents. Almost as quickly the crowd of Betas led by the remaining Alphas turned and started running towards me. My fourth shot was meant to ricochet off the gasoline soaked pavement underneath the M109 and cause a spark…it didn’t. My fifth shot did and the area surrounding the M109 as well as where the gasoline had flowed into the side street’s entrance erupted in a wall of flame enveloping both the bike and my pursuers. I could feel the heat and was glad I wasn’t any closer.
 
“Follow us, hurry,” yelled Kate from the passenger window of the dump truck…Hilts was already turning left and accelerating away while Kate was yelling, “Hurry!…”
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Sacrificing the M109 was a sad loss. Tremendously fast and maneuverable, it would’ve served anyone well. But the need to buy us time to escape was more important. I was beginning to lose count of all of the bikes Larry and I destroyed throughout our Borderland adventures.
 
Hilts seemed to know exactly where he was going and drove like a man possessed. At times he’d drive up on and over the curb; other times he wouldn’t hesitate to run red lights or even go the wrong way up one way streets. No one, it seemed, wanted to play chicken with a dump truck. I followed as close as I could. With the Raider not hindered by a rev limiter (Larry had bypassed it) its engine could reach its full potential. Oh, and an aside…I didn’t know old dump trucks could go so fast.
 
I’d forgotten about my backpack passenger Shaun. Shaun the velociraptor aka chameleon must’ve heard everything that had transpired and but for a few kicks and wriggles I had no reminders he was there. I did however remember that once he was exposed to this Borderland’s sunlight he’d change from being a chameleon to being a velociraptor in seconds.
 
Hilts had taken us into an older section of the city with the road we were on descending towards the entrance to a long tunnel. Railroad tracks crossed the road just before the entrance. Hilts pulled off to the side before the tracks.
 
“If we enter the tunnel,” said Hilts, “at the wrong time we simply pass on through to the other side. If we enter it as, not before or after, the train is passing we’ll go through into Ma n’ Pa’s Borderland.
 
“This Borderland is an aberration and one we need to leave as soon as possible. The only other exit is a sliding steel door at the front of an archery shop on the opposite side of town. Hey, I can hear the train, we need to cross the tracks now…” turning to me, “Stay close…”
 

Hilts then drove the dump truck with Larry and Kate as passengers across the tracks. I was about to follow on the Raider when I looked behind me and saw the Alphas.

 
The train was still about a hundred yards away. If it had been traveling faster we all would’ve had time to get on the other side of the tracks before the Alphas arrived and the train’s passing would’ve blocked them from reaching us. But because it was slow the Alphas would also be able to cross the tracks. That is unless someone stayed on this side and delayed the Alphas long enough for the train to pass, open the portal into Ma n’ Pa’s Borderland and give Hilts, Larry and Kate time to escape…and I was nominated.
 
“Don’t do it,” Kate yelled having read my mind.
 
Larry and Hilts did more than just yell for me not to do it. They’d both had gotten out of dump truck and walked to its rear. Larry had drawn his Glock 40 S&W and was carefully aiming at the oncoming Alphas. Hilts had attempted to transform into the lethal gunfighter he’d once become to save us from the Cyclops but was only partially successful. He’d only managed to change into what could best be described as an ‘ah shucks’ Gary Cooper-ish cowboy. Riding high on his waist inside a worn leather holster was an old Richards Transition Model .44 Colt. I’d seen this revolver in a museum and knew it had originally been a Civil War era Colt Army .44 cap n’ ball converted to shoot .44 Special cartridges. Whether it would or even should be fired was debatable. Kate had also left the truck and was now standing beside Larry. Her 45 automatic was aimed at the approaching Alphas.
 
“They’ve now got body armor,” shouted Larry at the same time he carefully squeezed off a shot hitting the lead Alpha in the chest.
 
As expected the shot bounced off. Kate followed by shooting the same Alpha higher in the chest. Her heavy 45 slug rocked the leader backwards but didn’t stop his progress. When he was twenty five feet from where I was standing beside the Raider I fired four rounds at his head. All bounced off except for the one that went through his eye. He chirped once then dropped to the ground.
 

“Their eyes, aim for their eyes,” shouted Kate.

Kate and Larry, without rushing their shots, sent round after round towards the Alphas’ heads. Shots that didn’t hit the eyes bounced off. A dozen more Alphas had just arrived. They were nearly upon me when Hilts finally fired. With only six bullets and limited range he’d waited until he could make every shot count.
 
Reminiscent of when he’d become the quintessential gunfighter and fired into the face of the Cyclops Paul E. Femus, Hilts drew the old revolver. Fanning the hammer so fast the six shots blurred together, the sound of his pistol became an almost continues roar. Black powder flame and smoke filled the air, all chirping stopped. Two seconds later six Alphas lay on the ground with 44 caliber holes where their right eyes had been…they’d fallen less than five feet from where I stood behind the Raider.
 
“Get across the track with us,” yelled Kate, “they’ve…”
 
And then the train passed between where Hilts, Larry and Kate were standing and I was left alone to face the oncoming Alphas…and that’s when an ear piercing scream came from my backpack…and the Alphas froze.
 
“I’m a chameleon and can mimic the velociraptor’s voice. But it’ll fool them only for a few moments,” said Shaun from inside the backpack, “into thinking there’s a velociraptor nearby. Velociraptors were at one time their natural enemy. It’s their ancestral memories that have stopped them…but only until they realize there’s no threat. We need to get out of here and to the other portal and I think I can find it.”
 
With no other prompting needed I was on the Raider and riding away from where the Alphas had gathered before they could react. Somehow I knew they find a way to follow me. The good news was Hilts, Larry and Kate were, before the train had passed, now safely through the tunnel and into Ma n’ Pa’s Borderland.
 

Shaun in the meantime, without exposing himself to any sunlight, was directing me when and where to turn by right and left pokes to my back.

“As crazy as it sounds, I can sense,” said Shaun from inside my backpack, “where we’re going. And if where we’re going is the same archery shop that was cut in half with its other half left next to Kate’s Borderland then I can find it.”
 
With dozens of left and then right and then left pokes to my back I was beginning to wonder how long my ribs would hold out. Shaun was poking directions to me at as fast a pace as I could ride. He seemed so sure of where we should go I felt I had no other choice but to trust his directions.
 
If we were indeed heading for the other half of the street that had been cut in two pieces it shouldn’t be that hard to recognize. What I wasn’t expecting was suddenly coming across the same archery shop on the same street. Except it wasn’t the same…it was the mirror opposite of what I’d seen behind the steel door near Spanky’s Café. Someday I’d have to ask Kate how she came up with the name Spanky’s. Somehow I knew it didn’t have anything to do with her restaurant skills. At the same time I recognized we were in the right place Shaun began poking me in the center of my back. I stopped as quickly as I could just to stop the poking.
 
Imagine holding up a mirror and looking into the reflection of what’s behind you and seeing everything the same but different. Right becomes left sided, left becomes right sided in the mirror. Which archery shop was real, which one was the reflection? Was the one I was looking at now real or the one I’d first seen near Spanky’s Café? Speaking of real, the sliding steel door that Hilts said was another entry into Ma n’ Pa’s Borderland was exactly where he said it would be.
 
“Let me out of your backpack.”
 
“You’ve earned it,” I said at the same time I opened the top of my backpack and watched Shaun the chameleon, soon to be velociraptor jump free and onto the ground.
 
“Thank you;” said Shaun, who after being exposed to the sunlight was already growing into a velociraptor, “I didn’t think I’d ever make it back here.”
 
From the end of the street I heard the chirping.
 

“We’re too late;” shouted Shaun aka velociraptor aka chameleon, “save yourself…I’ll hold them off.”
“I won’t leave without you,” I shouted back at the same time I pulled up the sliding steel door leading into the other Borderland.

 
CHAPTER TWENTY

Coming soon

There was the Door to which I found no Key:
There was the Veil through which I could not see:
Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE
There was…and then no more of ME and THEE
By: Omar Khayyam…RUBAIYAT

 
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The Non-Biker’s Guide to Myrtle Beach Bike Week

 
While many locals schedule vacations around bike week and some visitors plan their vacations to avoid the increased traffic and noise, there are just as many non-bikers who choose to embrace the Myrtle Beach bike rallies and enjoy the excitement this annual event brings.
 
If you’ve never been in Myrtle Beach during bike week and want to see what it’s all about there are plenty of places where you can get a taste of the festivities. 
 
A visit to places like Barefoot Landing or Myrtle Beach Mall on the north side offers access to vendors, while a bit further south you’ll find places like Myrtle Beach Harley-Davidson and Jamin’ Leather in Myrtle Beach which are full of colorful bikes — and colorful people — without the craziness of the biker bars.
 
If you’re not in a hurry, a drive down U.S. 17 through Surfside Beach and Garden City and onto U.S. 17 Business in Murrells Inlet will give you a feel for the crowds and sights of the rally without having to breathe in burnt rubber from the burnout pits.
 
But if you really want to get the full Bike Week experience, bellying up to one of the many biker bars near Myrtle Beach is the best way to go.
 
Though names like Suck Bang Blow, The Beaver Bar, The Rat Hole and Spokes & Bones Saloon might sound intimidating to a non-biker, these biker bars aren’t all Hell’s Angels, topless girls and bar brawls like some outsiders may think.
 
In general the crowds at these hotspots are a mix of both bikers and non-bikers of all ages and folks from all walks of life just looking to have a good time.
 
Of course, these places are meant for adults, so it’s always a possibility you’ll see some NSFW sights or run across some “Rebel Without a Cause” types looking to raise a little hell, but in our experience the bikers who visit Myrtle Beach are a friendly, fun-loving crowd that are very accepting of anyone who’s willing to put aside their own inhibitions and enjoy the spectacle of the event.
 

How to look like a biker

While there’s certainly no requirement to look or act a certain way while attending bike week, if you do want to go all out and get in the spirit of the event, here’s a few quick tips on playing the part of biker for a day:
 

1. You can’t go wrong with black, leather and denim.

If you happen to have a leather or denim jacket hanging in your closet somewhere, now’s the time to dig it out. Own a black t-shirt? Perfect. And why not wear your worst blue jeans? The older, the better and bonus points if there’s a hole in the knee or behind.
 
2. Buy an old rally t-shirt
 
 
 
 
 Vendors always end up with back stock of gear from previous years’ events. If you want to look like you’ve been here before, what better than a “Myrtle Beach Bike Week 2009” shirt? Consider ripping off the sleeves for an even more convincing look.
 
 
 
3. Lose the flip-flops.

They’re a dead giveaway that you’re a tourist and not part of the biker scene. Instead, consider boots or a worn pair of sneakers.

If you can pull it off, girls, a strappy pair of high-heeled sandals actually works this weekend. The babes on the back of the bikes are usually dressed in hot outfits, so cute clothes with sandals are cool.
 

4. Consider sporting a temporary tattoo.

If you don’t already have one, why not sport a tattoo to blend in with all the inked up bikers you’re hanging with? You’re likely not going to fool anyone, but it’s fun and there’s plenty of vendor who sell them. 
 
Who knows, some barbed wire around the bicep, a rose or a bald eagle with an American flag, may be just the thing to put your look over the top.
 
If you do choose to try one, make sure you avoid exposing it to rain or spilled beer as it most certainly will run.
 

5. Do your best to blend in.
With thousands of bikes sitting around, no one knows which one is — or isn’t — yours, so why not act like you just pulled up on your Harley?
Wear a pair of sunglasses on your head, as if you’ve just hopped off a motorcycle. Even better, sport a do-rag on your head and slide your shades up over it.

Don’t be shy, hoot and holler for the band or during the biker contests. Live it up and enjoy your bike week experience.
 
 

How to talk like a biker

Don’t know your throttle from your tailpipe? It’s best that you brush up on the lingo before you go. Here’s a quick guide to a few “biker speak” terms you might hear during Bike Week :
 
Ape hangers: “Easy Rider” fans will likely remember these motorcycles in the movie, which feature handlebars positioned above the shoulder, giving the rider the appearance of hanging like an ape from a tree.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
• Brain bucket: Slang term for a helmet. You may earn some bonus points if you gripe about how the City of Myrtle Beach started requiring riders to wear them a few years back — a decision which was overturned by the S.C. Supreme Court in 2010.
 
 
Burnout: Spinning the rear wheel while holding the front brake. Places like Suck Bang Blow have designed areas called “burnout pits” where they will hold competitions for the best burnouts.
 
Crotch rocket: A word used to describe high-performance sportsbikes. Though you may see a few during the spring bike rallies, these are much more common during Atlantic Beach Bikefest and the Black Bike Week festivities.
 
Death grip: Slang term for how a first-time rider grabs the handle bars.
 

Hog: Traditional nickname for a Harley-Davidson motorcycle

 
Mad Max: A circular burnout made by spinning the rear tire and then rotating the bike 360 degrees with the locked front wheel as the axis
 
One-Percenters: Though the connotation has changed in reflection of the Occupy movement a few years ago, traditionally this has been affiliated with those who consider themselves outlaws or troublemakers, often sporting patches declaring themselves One-Percenters.
 
Poker run: Bikers taking part in an organized event that has them travel on a course, making stops along the way and picking up playing cards. At the end of the event, the biker with the best poker hand wins.
 
Road rash: A wipeout that scrapes off some skin, leaving marks on a biker’s body
 
Stitching a line: Getting through a traffic jam quickly and safely. You’ll often see bikes traveling down the center line between stopped cars in traffic during bike week.
 
Steering aids: Ruts in the road formed by heavy trucks that try to steer your bike for you
 
Twisting the wick: This means speeding up, revving your engine or rolling on the throttle of a bike.
 
Yard shark: Slang term for dogs that come out of nowhere and try to bite your tires while riding.
 
Zorst: Slang term for the exhaust system on a car or a set of motorcycle exhaust pipes.
 
Other Sources: About.com, The Motorcycle Bikers Dictionary by www.totalmotorcycle.com,
 

–Rogue

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The Master Comes to Bikernet

I’ve been around motorcycles, custom motorcycles and motorcycle restorations all of my life. I’ve been very fortunate to witness many of the best builders in the field. We have all witnessed greatness when it comes to motorcycling. I didn’t intend on blowing smoke. But you know the drill. Some builders reach way beyond the notion that motorcycles are just a machine.

Matt Hotch is one such builder. He can meld the mechanical with the artistic, and refined detail. I’ll never forget a builder from Lancaster, California. He didn’t work in a shop, but built just one custom motorcycle. It was absolutely a world-class winner from every element. A young guy by the name of John Dodson built a couple of motorcycles so mechanically superb as to defy imagination.
 

 When it came to restorations, I worked with a pair who turned stock classic motorcycles into something more. They weren’t custom, yet they went way beyond stock restorations. That was Don Whalen and Tom “Rodan” Evans. They built only a handful of motorcycles, but each one was amazing. I will run an image of an example here.

Several decades ago, I started to see more restorations and got to know one of the masters, Mike Egan, in Santa Paula, California. I hope Mike and his wife Patty are still going strong. Then one day, a bike was being delivered to a friend’s house. He was waiting with rapt attention for his 1915 Harley to be delivered from the hills above Santa Maria, from a restoration expert, Steve Huntzinger.

I stood outside his lavish brick garage in Beverly Hills, California as this spindly old Harley rolled out of the back of an enclosed trailer and started to glisten in the afternoon sun. Suddenly, a rattletrap old motorcycle became a refined artistic jewel before our very eyes. Every detail was enhanced. A carburetor never looked so good. Every delicate detail was polished, nickel-plated, refined, pin-striped, engine turned, gold-leafed, wrapped in hand-stitched leather, or engraved.

I met Steve during this exchange, but he was a man on a mission and we spoke little. A couple more times we featured Steve Huntzinger restorations in Easyriders, and each time I was startled by the complete mastery of each restoration.

I’ve wanted to reach out and write a feature on Steve for years, but was concerned. Perhaps he was untouchable; he only talked to customers like Jay Leno or major wealthy collection owners. That wasn’t the case, as I discovered after a four-hour road trip across Los Angeles then up the coast to Arroyo Grande (est. in 1911).

Steve decided the city wasn’t for him or his wife, and he restored a 1930 Cadillac and sold it and a 1933 Ford sedan delivery in 1981, and bought a place in this Central Coast, seaside suburban and rural area near wine country. He built his shop on his acreage away from town.

He’s getting to be an old fart like many of us in this wondrous industry. We finally discovered how lucky we are to live and work in the two-wheeled world. Steve grew up around the Pasadena area. In 1970, he scored a mechanic job at Pasadena Honda, but after a short stint he got bored and went to work for a furniture refinishing shop, then a polishing shop.

In 1974, he bought his first Harley, a 1912 single, and he still has it. It’s in his living room today. He’s one of the fortunate ones to be able to hold onto shit, like his first hot rod, which he sold when he entered the military. But when he got out, he saw it featured in a magazine and bought it back. He still has it.

After the military, he worked at John Mclaglen Motors and was the last mechanic before the dealership closed in the mid ‘70s. Steve met Bud Ekins and would head over to his shop when he needed a part. One time, he asked about a particular motorcycle’s shift linkage and Bud had one.

“Take what you need off that bike,” Bud said. “Make what you need and return the originals to me.”

“Do you need a receipt, or something?” Steve asked.

“No, you’ll only fuck me once,” Bud said.

Steve never did and always returned what he borrowed. As we wandered around his spacious, single-story shop, Steve pointed out bikes he restored and projects like a 1913 H-D Single. He recently built himself a beautiful 1940 Indian Scout with a modern Cycle Electric generator.

Not too long ago, he restored the last Crocker ever built, number 310, built in 1942. Steve made the pipes and the mufflers. It was an interesting beast with a longer wheel base frame and a strange sprung contraption under the seat for suspension.

He had Chris Sommer’s 1915 Excelsior-Henderson. It ran in a recent Cannonball. Steve gets a kick out of each restoration challenge.

“It’s that bored mentality,” Steve said. “That’s why I like restoring old cars and bikes. Each one is different and poses different challenges.”

He’s worked with the same painter, Larry Fergureson, and pin-striper, Jim Ferren, for 25 years. We wandered past a 1901-02 Cleveland shaft-drive bicycle by Pope, then a Henderson four mini-Packard car, and an IMP Cycle Car powered by a Mac V-twin from 1915 and driven by two long leather belt chains.

He recently restored a 1914 Feilbach Limited for a friend, and during his restoration of the ’33 sedan delivery, he taught himself engine turning.
 
 

 “It often won’t work around a specific mechanical process,” Steve said. “You just need to go for it by hand.”

He’s one of those guys who folks trust with their most valuable possessions. They turn it over and Steve will call them when it’s done. Each motorcycle has multiple stories, history, and restoration challenges, and no one handles them with the true spirit of an accomplished artisan as well as Steve.

In a sense, he is an artist capable of taking an old seemingly junk motorcycle and turning it into a Rolls Royce on two wheels. His art is even met with respect from antique bike judges who know and understand his over-restored model characteristics. They get it, respect his fine workmanship and celebrate each offering, rather than to scorn his accomplishment.

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FROM THE HUPY-ABRAHAM INVESTIGATION TEAM:

 
With the recent string of videos from bystanders showing police encounters with citizens, some of them deadly, there has been a push to equip police with body cameras in order to record all interactions between police and the public. Some say it will help change the behavior of both police and citizens, because both sides will know the activity is being recorded.

But are body cameras really the solution to an escalating problem of violence during these encounters? Rules about when to turn on a body camera vary from department to department and from state to state. Even if a body camera captures an incident, the majority of police chiefs surveyed by the Police Executive Research Forum said they support allowing police officers to review videos before making any official statements. Some argue that this policy affords the police an opportunity to put a “spin” on the occurrence that certainly would favor the police.

Another problem is there is no nationwide policy on when a camera should be turned on. Running the cameras continuously would be a waste of storage space and battery life. Cameras would spend a lot of time being recharged during any shift. But with no written directives on when to turn a camera on, officers could be selective in what and when they choose to record. A general consensus is to activate the cameras whenever responding to an emergency call or possible criminal activity. Officers could turn cameras off when arriving if they decide a recording is not necessary, but they would have to explain their reasons in a written report or on the recording before turning the camera off.

Policies can be written, rules handed down and protocols set, but all of that is not infallible. All the rules and technologies cannot overcome one simple flaw: human nature. It’s possible that in the heat of a situation, which started out routine, but then became suddenly violent, an officer might forget or not have time to turn on a camera. What then? Will a conspiracy charge be brought? Will the officer be reprimanded or even fired in the aftermath? These are serious questions that have not been answered.

Many cities are considering supplying their police departments with video cameras, including Minneapolis, Flagstaff and Miami Beach — each city recently approved a $3 million expenditure for video cameras. New York City is considering a pilot program issuing video cameras to some officers and New Jersey passed a law that all municipal police departments had to mount cameras on their squad cars or use body cameras. To offset the cost of this program, fines for drunk driving were increased.

 
 
While many applaud the actions of some of these departments and see it as a sign of promoting justice and accountability, another huge problem looms over everything. Besides some privacy issues which remain unanswered, the question of cost for storing, maintaining and supplying this video experiment is worth exploring.

Pullman, Washington supplied its 29-member police force with cameras at a cost of about $60,000, including $10,000 for storing the digital recordings the officers took. According to an article published in the New York Times in September 2014, Fort Worth police spent more than $3 million for more than 600 cameras and accessories, and storage bills for 64 terabytes of data a year, an amount equivalent to at least three times the contents of the 20 million cataloged books in the Library of Congress.

With all this video being stored, who gets to see it? Are public records laws going to allow anyone to request to see a particular video, or all the videos in storage for that matter? If the public is denied access to the videos, then more court challenges will certainly become the norm as people refuse to rely on the police version of what happened. At least 15 states are moving legislation forward that would limit what the public is allowed to see from these recordings.

That type of legislation does not sit well with some, especially in Philadelphia, where police shoot at suspects at the rate of nearly once every week. The city has already paid millions of dollars in police brutality claims and citizens want police equipped with body cameras.

Another problem with acquiring video footage is the cost associated with these requests. In Sarasota, Florida, the city was charging about $214 an hour for video recordings. After being sued over the cost of providing video recordings, the city has halted its body camera program.

With continued calls for accountability, the debate goes on over the use of body cameras by police, the problems of the costs associated with storing and maintaining all those recordings, and the questions of disclosure and privacy. Nothing is as easy as it appears. Just turning on a camera to ensure justice comes with many costs.

 
 
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Typhoon Twist Billet Carburetor from Carl’s Speed Shop

Editor’s Note: This article was published in Easyriders in 1995, but it’s still applicable today. At the time it covered the new Carl Morrow Typhoon billet Carburetor. Since then there has been some tweaking and Carl installed a Thunderjet on this Typhoon for the 5-Ball Racing Salt Torpedo we are building with a 135-inch JIMS twin cam and a JIMS heavy-duty 5-speed transmission.

Here’s the ThunderJet description from Zipper’s:
ThunderJet is a jet-able, externally mounted third fuel circuit that improves the performance of 2-circuit carbs such as the S&S Super. Unmodified, these carbs typically have a low speed, or intermediate, circuit that supplies fuel from idle to approximately 2500 rpm, at which point the carbs’ main jet circuit becomes active, delivering more fuel to the engine. These two circuits must then supply fuel for the rest of the rpm range.

The problem is: the remaining rpm range is too wide (typically 2500-6500 rpm) for only 2 circuits to handle efficiently. The tuner generally encounters problems jetting the carb to give good, crisp mid-range response and still have strong topend power. A compromise is the result. Back the main jet down, carburetion in the mid-range is good but top-end is lacking. Increase the main, top-end improves but now the mid-range is rich; flat spots or hesitation is encountered. The answer? ThunderJet from Zipper’s Performance!

Here’s the Typhoon Article from 1995:

Carl Morrow of Carl’s Speed Shop, previously located in Santa Fe Springs, California, had two missions in life. The first was to find ways to make Harley’s go faster, and put his riding son, Doug, in as many record books as possible. The second was to get the hell out of California! So, he’s moved his entire family (they all work with him in his shop) to the seaside community of Daytona Beach, Florida. Carl’s new shop was under construction during the 1995 Octoberfest; he’s opening for business in January. By the time of Daytona Bike Week 1996, his shop, located at 390 North Beach Street (a couple of blocks north of Daytona Harley) will be in full swing.

Performance is Carl’s passion. His latest accomplishment is the polished Typhoon billet carburetor, based on the slide-type CV and the early side bowl Linkerts for Sportsters and the very first Shovels. Of course the famous S.U. carb was an influence. Three classic carbs went into this design. The round slide in the front of the carburetor moves up and down with engine demand, keeping the velocity of the incoming air high, and allowing for extremely accurate fuel metering throughout the entire engine operating range.

The carb is simple, since the CV system allows Carl to do away with accelerator pump, idle circuits, and primary and secondary jets, and leaves owners with only one jet orfice to contend with. This jet is the brass fitting in the center of the table beneath the slide. It is penetrated by the jet needle, which is attached to the slide. As the slide lifts the needle from the jet, it allows more fuel into the venturi.

Since Bandit is a speed freak, we decided to take the plunge with his Dyna Glide. The Bandit Glide is a ’92, with dependable performance from Bartels’ Performance Products, and uses.080 shaved and ported heads, a BP 20 street, grunt cam, Bartels’ one-off pipes, Screamin’ Eagle Ignition and carb. The bike has always performed and held a constant 80 horses. It’s no slouch.

Carl went to work first removing the Screamin’ Eagle carb and Bartels’ manifold. He then bolted on his large plenum intake manifold loosely and installed the mounting strap to the center case bolt. Barnett cables are provided with the kit (push and pull, or just pull), but we chose to use Barnett braided cables. They work fine, but a slight modification had to be made to the cable end, which enters the guide at the billet throttle runner.

Their cable ends, which protect the branded material, are stronger and more substantial than stock. Consequently, they ran into one another at the guide. With a slight tweak on just one of the cable ends, they both slipped in without a problem. I suggested greasing the cable runners in the throttle body and next to the carb, and dripped some 30-weight down the cable–before final assembly–to ensure long life.

For a precision fit and a polished appearance, the entire carb is billet aluminum–even the cable linkage. Carl then installed the carb without the dome cover or the piston, installed the gas line, and turned on the gas. There is a small bridge under the piston and inside it is the main (the only jet). The float level transmits to this chamber and the gas level should be close to the top, approximately .060 to .080 below the jet orfice table–but not overflowing.

“The grab at the low end has never been this strong. It’s instantaneous.” 

–Keith R. Ball
Editor, Easyriders Magazine

This is your built-in accelerator pump, choke system. That puddle of fuel is always at the ready when the engine demands it. If the level is improper, take the carb off the bike and dump the gas. Take the float bowl cover off by removing the four stainless steel Allen screws holding it.

Use caution not to tear the gasket. Locate the float and examine its operation. Corrections can be made by bending the stainless steel tang on the end of the float up for higher fuel level, or down for a lower fuel level. It is recommended to keep the level where specified; otherwise, the chance of flooding is increased. Replace the gasket and float cover. Tighten the screws snugly, but carefully, and avoid stripping threads.

With the float adjusted, Carl mounted the carb to the manifold with the piston and needle in place, and dome cap installed. There are only two adjustments to the Typhoon; the idle adjustment, and the main enrichener.

For idle adjustment, locate the throttle wheel attached to the throttle shaft at the rear of the carb. Just in front of this wheel, you’ll see a chrome thumb screw. If you screw it in clockwise, it will open the throttle disk, increasing the engine rpm and vice versa. It’s easy to adjust for cold idling and running.

The second adjustment is the main jet enrichment. The bolt and lock nut can be found at the very bottom of the carb body. To richen the overall mixture, release the lock nut and turn the adjustment bolt counterclockwise in small (one hex flat at a time) increments. To lean the mixture, turn the bolt clockwise. Make all adjustments slowly, then tighten down the lock nut snugly. Remember: Left is rich, right is lean. If at highway speeds the carb spits back, it’s running too lean.

Carl completed the assembly, took the Dyna for a ride, made minor adjustments, and turned it over to me. This Dyna’s always been a solid runner, and the song it sang was louder than ever. “I need forty-eight mph grunt to escape L.A. traffic,” Bandit said, “The grab at the low end has never been this strong. It’s instantaneous.”

Carl touted a 4- to 6-horsepower gain with the billet air cleaner or the nasty-looking velocity stack, respectively. But as all riders come to realize, the ideal grunt is in the seat of the pants. Bandit was so impressed, he rode directly across town 50 miles to Marty Ruthman’s Hi-Tech Custom Cycles in Van Nuys, California.

Marty builds fast bikes, He knows when a bike is performing, and he was almost launched off the rear of the seat when he hit second. Returning to the shop, Marty cleared his Dyno and said, “I’ve got to Dyno this puppy. It’s fast.”

To confirm the bike’s consistency, Marty ran the bike through its paces twice. With no modifications other than the installation of Carl’s Typhoon carb, it performed to 90 hp with 90 pounds of torque. Marty has since ordered a half dozen, and four are already out the door with similar results. “I mounted one on a guy’s bike and he was so pleased he brought me a box of imported cigars the next day. “Hell,” Marty said, “I don’t even smoke.” But the bikes with Carl’s carbs sure do.

–Article researched by Richard Kranzler
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About Carl’s Speed Shop:

Dedicated to reliable performance since 1969, Carl’s Speed Shop has strived to achieve record setting levels of performance through extensive testing. Carl’s method of testing, however, is quite different from the ordinary. Many claims have been made about horsepower gains, flow bench numbers and Dyno results. Carl is a bit more real.

The Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah, Drag strips across the country, and of course, real highways and streets. You see, it takes reliable, useable horsepower to run well at the salt flats. Your motor must make horsepower over the entire range in order to pull the tall gearing required to go over 155 mph on a street bike. Since, at Bonneville, the throttle is wide open for extended periods of time, you get instant proof of what works and what doesn’t.

What Carl has learned at Bonneville applies rather well to high performance Harley street bikes. To supplement that program, we run many combinations at the drag strip to develop really great performance packages that mean real performance, not just numbers. You, our customer, reap the benefits of our years of experience, and you can bet that Carl’s Speed Shop can back up any product or service that we sell. Reliability in business is a key factor

– in business since 1969, and going faster every year!

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Carl’s Speed Shop

From Interstate I-4 Orlando Area East to 95 North on I-95 Exit US 92, International Speedway Blvd. East to Beach Street, Then Left {north) 5 Blocks on the left side.

From Interstate I-95 Exit on US 92, International Speedway Blvd. East to Beach Street Then Left on Beach Street, ( North ) 5 Blocks on The Left Side.

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