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it looks like Burt wants to be one with his scooter

it does look quite intimate...

Seems kinky to me! He looks about two strokes short of orgasm............

Wowza, a conundrum. I found a picture labeled lottery winner, but it doesn't identify which person. What's ya'll's take? The person on your right, or your left?

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The Fastest Indian Burt Munro
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The 1920 Indian Scout that he set the 184 plus change speed record with was a streamliner, so this may be the bike without the shell.

Imagine how hard it is to see straight ahead lying down like that, without raising your whole body. Imagine the air lift you get at that angle once you do raise up if you didn't have a protective screen.

As a tongue in cheek, look at the size of that front drum and consider what it took to stop from 184 mph even if the rear was twice that size. His gears were his brakes, soooo he needed more room to slow down than he did to get up to speed.
 
The one time I was ever a bit scared to be on a bike was when I was on the back of my sisters boyfriends bike (true psycho ) (I mean in and out of nut houses ) (plain nuts) It was nothing special just a Honda I think 750 (biggest motor at the time) Any hoot he took use down a mile of abandoned roadway with blacktop and opened it up (motor had performance Carbs and over sized jets )
Bike hit 100mph real fast and slowly climbed to about 125mph .
Then he screams back at me to lay down on top of him, less wind resistance , and he does the same.
There we are zooming down an old road with some potholes and large sticks laying here and there doing 125mph and he's laughing like a maniac , the machine topped out at 135mph (needle was pinned) with us laying on top of each other on the bike. The really bad part was when he let the handle bars go and we were flying free wheel (no hands) at 135mph on a ****** roadway. Well we finally slowed down and I never climbed on back of MC again. Had to be there to feel the rush.
I have driven in fast cars but nothing compared with this MC ride.
Hopper will say he wanted me to be sexy for him.
 
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Then there was the time I almost froze to death stuck in open boat 5 miles from shore , ice in water trying to make a living. Motor was shot no radio, before cell phones and no one even knew I was out on the water that day , it was so bad , no one else went out that day. I must have an angel.
 
Then there was the time I almost froze to death stuck in open boat 5 miles from shore , ice in water trying to make a living. Motor was shot no radio, before cell phones and no one even knew I was out on the water that day , it was so bad , no one else went out that day. I must have an angel.

Awright, funny anecdote. I was 14, visiting a buddy (Tom) who lived on a canal that led to the sea. We had gone duck hunting on his rowboat with the 4HP motor.

As soon as we got into the bay, here came the snow. Whiteout. We had no compass (who needs a fargin compass in a BAY? Just turn the motor on and eventually you will hit land. That's what we did until we ran out of gas. Freezing. So we started to row. Eventually, we got to a shore, Tom recognized where we were, and we rowed back to his canal.

Understand, here: Two kids chilled to the fargin bone, exhausted. Got to his dock, and I climbed up the snow-covered slippery logs onto the dock. Tom picked up the shotguns, and leaned up to hand them to me.

He off-balanced because of the ice and snow, and fell straight down in twelve feet of freezing water... dressed in super heavy clothing. After a couple of seconds, he surfaced with a shocked-white face. I was able to get my hand around his wrist. I could feel tendons standing out in my neck as I walked backward, dragging him to safety.

Tom gets up, looks at me -- and this is the sequence of words exactly:

"Geez, Walt! You saved my life, I... OH SCHIT!! The shotguns!!"

He turned around and jumped off the damn' dock, dove down to the bottom, and came up with the shotguns.

Second time was actually easier to pull him up, since the shotguns made it so I did not have to bend down and do a dead-lift.
 
Awright, funny anecdote. I was 14, visiting a buddy (Tom) who lived on a canal that led to the sea. We had gone duck hunting on his rowboat with the 4HP motor.

As soon as we got into the bay, here came the snow. Whiteout. We had no compass (who needs a fargin compass in a BAY? Just turn the motor on and eventually you will hit land. That's what we did until we ran out of gas. Freezing. So we started to row. Eventually, we got to a shore, Tom recognized where we were, and we rowed back to his canal.

Understand, here: Two kids chilled to the fargin bone, exhausted. Got to his dock, and I climbed up the snow-covered slippery logs onto the dock. Tom picked up the shotguns, and leaned up to hand them to me.

He off-balanced because of the ice and snow, and fell straight down in twelve feet of freezing water... dressed in super heavy clothing. After a couple of seconds, he surfaced with a shocked-white face. I was able to get my hand around his wrist. I could feel tendons standing out in my neck as I walked backward, dragging him to safety.

Tom gets up, looks at me -- and this is the sequence of words exactly:

"Geez, Walt! You saved my life, I... OH SCHIT!! The shotguns!!"

He turned around and jumped off the damn' dock, dove down to the bottom, and came up with the shotguns.

Second time was actually easier to pull him up, since the shotguns made it so I did not have to bend down and do a dead-lift.
Walt was he wearing wader pants with built in boots?
 
Walt was he wearing wader pants with built in boots?
No way. This took place in 1954. Teenage kids got hand-me-down coats and corduroy pants.

Oh: For me, putting a finger in a socket to see if it was live was standard practice back in the Olden Days when there were no handy multimeters. Just use a very light touch.
 
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