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Back in the day of Black and White photography Statdawg lived in Spain. His first real bike was bought at the Bultaco Factory with the help of an Angel or at least his first name was that. Stat had a Sherpa T 250 and this was the color of it. But this bike is a Pursang like the late legend Jim Pomeroy rode in Spain back in the day. He is featured in the cult film "On any Sunday". I had the pleasure of seeing him in action in the mountains north of Madrid. It is funny how one sees something old and the flood of emotions of yesterday return. This little bike turned my attention away from all the glitter of GIG to a time when life was simple and we thought we were immortal. All that gear is featured on the back wall. I just wish I still had the body that once fit into it. Amazing what that simple bike can do and back then that was "THE" bike.
The smells of Spain are so rich. I can still remember racing a Euro-cross events in a tiny towns bouncing down cobblestone streets with hay bails in the corners. Heading out of town full throttle to dirt roads, cattle paths, baby head gravel ditches, across rivers, into another town. Sometimes pushing the bike or fixing a flat along the muddy lane. The event attire consisted a white 3/4 Bell Helmet, Spanish paratrooper boots, heavy soon to wet pants, the famous thumbs up jersey with an Olive company sponsor patch, goggles, and my secret weapon. I would smoke a French perfume cigarette to annoy those behind me. Tech parts were safer with the cigarette and Steve McQueen riding was vogue. The Olive Company sponsored me because they thought it was great to have a tall American rider. It was just a regional event and fun to mingle with the Euro-cross gods.
Angel rode with me, he was the son of the Olive Merchant. He was killed in combat while doing his mandatory service to Spain. Angel was in their Foreign Legion and died fighting against Morocco in the Spanish Sahara. We thought we would be immortal once. This was a great bike too.
That Victory looks like it's trying to swallow its front wheel.
Next year, when the 2nd annual The Big GIG rolls around, I'm going to clear my schedule so I can stay for dinner, but I enjoyed having lunch and standing in line for tickets with everyone. With the roads ice free, it was certainly a lot easier getting home than getting there.
Think BMW LT after a tab of the brown acid.
It has all those loose, runny, droopy lines everywhere you look. The trees melting into the pavement look. I predict they will sell lots of them.
Friedle
just walked in my door from Big Gig day 2, back for day 3 at 0830
("No officer, I was not urinating on that H-D, I was merely washing it down with a mildly acidic cleaning solution using a portable low pressure device that I keep with me at all times for such instances")