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Discussion in 'Ride Reports - Epic Rides' started by Wes Weber, Nov 30, 2003.
Very cool pics! Thank you. I enjoyed that very much.
I grew up in Boulder and the places all sound familiar. I didn't start riding until '68 so I missed out on some of the "run wut ya brung" fun.
This set of photos is my new screen saver ... to hell with naked gurlz!
Super, just super!
Advrider already had the best ride reports and photos, but really these are amazing. Thanks for sharing them with us!
This thread has almost 21,000 hits in 4 days!!!!
Member number 34,187! Who'd a thunk there'd be that many members in 1916!
My mom and family grew up in germany. Small town folks. My great grandfather was a blacksmith in a small village and my grandfather was a master mechanic. During WWII he didnt get drafted like most of the rest of the family because he was valuable at the homefront. Then very late in things, he was drafted into the luftwaffe and maintained planes. But not for very long. a few months after, the base was captured by canadians and he was in a POW camp a mere 10 miles from home. Before the war started, he had two BMWs. His main transport. When things started happening in the late30s, he sold one and dismantled the other, burying peices of it around the farm. See, they had been through these things before. While in the POW camp, he learned that the commander was a bike nut and had collected some 20 odd machines as the allies advanced. So gramps managed to become his fleet maintenance dude. THis helped him wrangle hall passes to go see his family down the road. After the war, he went home, dug up the bike and had transport so he could get working and rebuild thier cash and thier home. They rebuilt the home out of rubble. My mom and uncle digging up wheelbarrow loads of bricks. My grandad made his own mortar, plumbed and wired the house from scrap. My mom, skinny kid, rode that bike all over the place, running errands for my gramps. Once they had cash built up, canadian friends he had made while a POW helped him get his family moved to canada. Unfortunately they only brought a suitcase apeice. There were no photos of my gramps and the bike.
you are very lucky to have those pictures.
As far as I know, my dad was the first cyclist in my family. I'd give my left nut for half of the many cool bikes he's owned over the years... an Arial Square Four, numerous BSAs, Triumphs and Nortons, Harleys, and Indians.
This is one of my dad a month before his 17th birthday, circa 1961. It's one of the few photos of Dad in the olden days:
Really humbles you, knowing that those before you did what they did without half of what we have today.
Does anyone know why some pics don't download?? The last 15 pics that were posted just show up as red X's and dont' open into a picture.
24,000 views and growing fast! There were 701 simultaneous users yesterday on ADVrider, a record in large part to this amazing post.
Yeah 411 guess at this moment and 131 members.
so the Question is why the quess are scare to sign in:huh
This is"dad"..Took those photos with a $29 Kodak Bantam. 828 film which is 28mm x 40mm. Did my own processing and printing. Made some 20" x 24" prints that were very good. No longer have these prints. Warren Weber
Warren what a Honor to have you here.
no wonder your "Kids" are so cool...
welcome to the jungle...
Yeah baby...that's what I'm talking about! Welcome to the asylum, CCCO!
great history lesson.
Awsome documents, I'm speechless
My greatest compliments
It's a pleasure & an honor to reply to your post. Move over Webber boys, pops ins my new idol.
Read a couple posts back from Dragoon. My dad was in Evergreen, CO in '47 and talked about riding with some locals. Is Evergreen even near you guys?
Very cool, CCCO !
Warren, everyone I have shown those pictures to has just stood there with thier mouth open. Thank you SO much for taking them. By the way, wasn't $29 close to a weeks pay in 1950?
I'm so excited to see a look back like that. There are lots of old pictures of guys standing next to bikes looking all dapper and stuff, but it's something entirely different to see guys wheeling this things around just having fun.
Thanks for sharing CCCO. To see this kind of thing passed down through a family is heartwarming.