Essay on origins etc.

Lets just get started. I had in mind this grand explanation of why I started this blog, touching on who we are, how we got into old bikes, blah, blah, blah. I tried writing it twice and bored myself to death both times. So I'm going with the short version. My name is Scott, a couple years back a friend of mine, George by name, realized that though Florida may have crummy roads for riding, it also has a heap of woods, and that maybe we should get ourselves some vintage dirtbikes. Our other friend Max was the first to get into the woods on a converted, road bike based Tr6. George followed with a Tr5t, but a destroyed foot from a wreck on his Ducati kept him from riding and racing for a while, and I got a cheap, loosely assembled T100. Almost immediately, Max was entered into an AHRMA race, the first of the season, at Hardrock Cycle Park. And that began a long journey we are still on today, generally abusing vintage Brit bikes for amusement and competition. The purpose of this site is to have a photo album of sorts. Plain and simple. Other vintage stuff may be posted occasionally, but mostly this will be about the three of us and our bikes, friends, and the things we do to old bikes out in the woods....which sounds kinda dirty, but...well, lets just get into it. I'm going to be posting things in mostly chronological order, so for a while its going to be older pics till I can get us up to the present.

The first pics are from that very first race.Here's what Max started on. You may notice several lurvly flourishes on it that are more style than "butt kickin' CC bike".

In particular, you may ask yourself "whats holding up those massive, rudder-like number plates back there"? Good question.

The answer is an old timey style lunch box held on with a leather belt. This was fine, it matched Max's boots which were cool, but decidedly the technology and protection level of a previous age.

If we'd known Hardrock back then as well as we do now, we could've gotten some better race pics, but even for spectators it was intimidating at first. Plus, George was still on crutches, so we stayed pretty close to the start finish. Here's your typical starting grid,

Max on the off for the sighting lap, completely unaware of what's waiting for him,

Which proved a pretty rude awakening,

But despite the shock of a course at Hardrock, he lined up and started,

And mostly finished, though you might notice a few differences to the bike in the next pic compared to the first,

Mainly, the broken 'bars that ended play, but also the missing lunch box/number plate structure, which meant that not only had he lost a perfectly good belt, but he had no place for his sammiches. Not that any of that mattered, look at the smile, the only way you could get a bigger grin on that boy is if you gave him more teeth. And that, children, is where it started.