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Here's my dad Troy looking rather pensive back in 1940 when he was 19. His buddy came riding over on his cycle and let dad try it out. Photos taken at the old famly farm just outside Abilene, Texas. After the war, dad bought a old used one for 150 bucks to get to radio school and back. Never bought another one.

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Gidday Fellas

Below is my Grandma aged 15 years in 1925, I never seen her on or ride a bike at all while she was alive, but she was a wild woman..




This is my dad also aged 15 years in 1954, the bike is his older brothers and the story behind the photo is that his brother had the bike and used to race it a bit and also "rode it like he stole it", my uncle is still alive and calls into my signshop heaps for chats about dad which is great.



Anyway my uncle was flying down around "thorpy hill" as it is known locally on this bike, misjudged a corner and went flying out off the edge, over the blackberries, wire fencing and crashed way down in the paddock below where he gathered his thoughts, patched himself up then crawled and dragged himself up the grass, through the blackberries and onto the side on the dirt road and waited all night for a passerby to give him a lift back home into town.
Now when my pop heard about this he was none to pleased so the bike was confiscated and put in the shed, then a few years pasted and my dad being young and handy plus the sort of bloke that could fix anything without a manual etc, quietly went about his secrete business out in the shed where this bike had been hidden and over a period of time he fixed it all back up for his brother and this picture is when dad rolled it back outside in the sunshine for the first time and started it up.. BTW my grandfather was not happy to see it going again and my uncle rode it with a little less vigour and I love the name to.. "The Wild One"

No photos unfortunately, but a couple of stories . My Mum jumped out of a sidecar about 90 years ago, 1923 , on the way to school apparently afraid of being whipped by the teacher for being late, her Dad was riding too slowly. She got caught up and dragged a couple of hundred yards down a dirt road. Not a good start and a year off school.

Dad rode a 350 Douglas like he stole it, lots of stories but no pics . Then a 350cc side valve AJS or Matchless leading convoys in Syrian, 1942.

He's gone now so the stories are mine. Mum still owns hers and will tell you about being dragged behind a sidecar, she's 96 now.

There was my uncle Harry back in the day. He died young.



Then of course there was dad. I don't think he was really a cop. More the spy type.



I guess it was in my blood, so here I am in my youth.

My wife Marina's Great Grandfather.

Anyone know the bike?



...and her Grand Father too. Other side of the family. This was taken at Yackandandah, circa no idea.

I shall continue to wear my dinner jacket at rallys.

My grandfather on my Mothers side.

He was a sergant in the Australian Army. Transport Corp.

This photo was taken in Palestine in WWII. Before he went into North Africa.

That could be my Dad Ross , he rode convoy support / recon in Syria at the same time, a sergeant too.

This was a picture he posted of his grandfather in Oregon. I thought it was so cool that I copied it to my PC.

justoneoftheguys wrote:This was a picture he posted of his grandfather in Oregon. I thought it was so cool that I copied it to my PC.

Thanks Rob, I remember the pic, I just didn't remember whom posted it.

Where the heck is 00weel anyway? I tried getting a hold of him a year or so ago and got no reply.