1939 Indian, beautiful!
Today hub and I were feeling low key and not into a lot of moto tripping, but managed to find a vintage bike show with a few other surprises. There were quite a few different brands and some of them were pristine restorations and a few looked like they had been rolled out of hiding in a barn.
I fell in love with this bike, it was beautiful and if I could own anything in the world, this would be it. I am not sure I'd ride it though, because it's such a piece of bike art, I would probably set it up in my living-room and admire it, now that is moto love.
There were a few really old cars and trucks scattered here and there.The thing that drew me to this truck was the chrome name plate and ram radiator cap. This old rusty Dodge Ram truck had a bike with a side car strapped to the flatbed.
All blinged out! This had more glitter and bedazzling than room full of girls in prom dresses. Kind of makes me want to break-out the Bedazzler and go to town on my saddle bags and sparkle up Scarlet. But I think I will leave that for awhile and I am sure the Bedazzler desire will pass.
When I look at motorcycles I see art and beauty. The next time you give your baby a polish, stand back and really look at it and you will see the magic.
There is something daunting about suicide shifters, and I'm glad for my toe shifter, but I am sure one would adapt quickly enough.
Little bit of this, little bit of that....
Gotta love a good Guzzi.
This beautiful old Studebaker was parked out by us as well.