We all rode down to Kung Fu Tap for the annual Dice Party including Harpoon and Leighton from CA. I was listening to a lot of Blue Cheer that month. I rolled all the way out there blasting this shit into my dome.
Woke up Sunday with a sore throat and a head cold. Ruined almost all my weekend plans. I noticed a sh*t load of hot rods whipping past the house on the way to the fairgrounds. Turns out the St Paul fairgrounds hosted another car extravaganza on Sunday. I grabbed some coffee for the throat, tossed the boy in the wagon and we walked over (I should mention we live near by the fairgrounds).
What a great score. I found another one of those hard-to-find Harley Sprint tanks which look amazing on almost any chopper or bobber. I also picked up a great red metal flake lid. It was pretty trashed inside but fits like a glove. Tossed everything into the wagon and headed home. Those car swaps are great for bike shopping. Since everyone is looking for car parts, you get the pick of the litter over any and all bike stuff. Dig it.
I love a hillclimb! Talk about a great way to spend a Sunday. My pappy was real big into this hillclimb stuff way back when everyone showed up on sh*t you wouldn’t dare hit a hill with today! I saw this photo and thought it was a perfect example of that feeling you get when your fightin’ that hill and praying to god that you dont land on your balls. I cant say for sure but it looks like this guy is riding a BSA??