From the OldClassicCar website; at least one, but probably two Big Four Norton sidecar combinations. The registration number and large front brakes suggest 1926 models.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
c1926 Big Four Nortons
From the OldClassicCar website; at least one, but probably two Big Four Norton sidecar combinations. The registration number and large front brakes suggest 1926 models.
Friday, February 25, 2011
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
มอเตอร์ไซค์เล็ก Mini Bike Stallions SME ตีแตก
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011
เก๋งฝ่าไฟแดง ชน มอเตอร์ไซค์ ที่เกาหลี Car Clash
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Saturday, February 19, 2011
Malcolm's 1929 Model 19 Norton
Found on the web; Malcolm C. from Melbourne, Australia and his 1929 Norton Model 19. In the Liverpool Docks about to load on the Isle of Man ferry and at Peel Castle.
New Online Ducati Hangout!
A new Ducati Forum has opened up and I was asked to share this with my readers so here is a copy of the press release:
Desmodrome launches the FIRST SOCIAL NETWORK for Ducati enthusiasts
By Desmodrome
Dated: Feb 17, 2011
A new social media destination is being launched specializing in bringing together motorbike riders who
are fans of the Italian brand, Ducati. Founded by Daniel Rongo, Desmodrome is an international
community for the Italian two-wheeler fans.
It’s a Ducati, Signore!
Where the Pneumatici da Moto Hits the Social Media Road
LONDON, UK – February 17, 2011 – A new social media destination is being launched specializing in
bringing together motorbike riders who are fans of the Italian brand, Ducati.
Pneumatici da moto is Italian for motorcycle tyre, incidentally. www.desmodrome.com is the FIRST
SOCIAL NETWORK for Ducati enthusiasts, Ducati motorbike owners or simply people who are
passionate about the Italian two-wheeler.
Founded by Daniel Rongo, Desmodrome is an international online community where you sign-up for free,
speak with like-minded people who are all about Ducati’s.
“There are already a few online forums dedicated to Ducatisti but no one had ever thought to build a social
network around them,” says Rongo.
“Desmodrome is special because it completely revolves around members and it has been conceived to give users the same engaging experience of Social Networks like Facebook. And it embeds an online forum too!”
Described as, “Completely committed to and excited by new technological possibilities” by Computer
World UK, Rongo is no stranger to building successful social networks to satisfy specific societal needs.
“Ducati is an Italian pride worldwide and it is more than a motorbike manufacturer. We felt the need to
create something that would have been much more than an online forum for Ducatisti. We wanted to
combine the latest internet technologies with an Italian fantastic tradition.”
Of course, one of the key assets of Desdmodrome is the integrated online forum where users have several
participation options. They can share feelings, stories about their motorbike, ask for technical help or
discuss accessories, parts and clothing – or just discuss the Ducati brand in general or organize meetings
and rideouts.
But the most innovative categories include: Wishlist (What would you like to see or not to see on a new
Ducati?), Riding School (Tips and tricks on how to ride your Ducati, both on a track and on the road),
Internet Retailers (Good and bad experiences with online parts retailers), Product Reviews (Here you can
review bikes, parts, accessories and clothing. You are the judge) and the Best Price Competition (Ready to
buy? Ask the forum where you can get the BEST price for it). There is a classified section where members
can buy and sell motorbike, parts, accessories and technical clothing. Users can even upload videos on how
to perform specific technical tasks, as well as the movies of their trips filmed with an on-board camera!
The website includes also real-time chat, a photo section, and news from Ducati. Regarding the photo
section, the most beautiful members’ photo of the week will automatically be published in the Desmodrome
home page.
Desmodrome is NOT affiliated in any way with Ducati.com or Ducati Motor Holding S.p.a. and arose
from the passion of the founder towards Ducati and with the mission to connect Ducatisti worldwide.
www.desmodrome.com
For more information contact: marketing@desmodrome.com
Ride on,
Torch
Friday, February 18, 2011
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Thursday, February 17, 2011
สุดยอดสตั้นท์ STUNT FRANCKY Tarbes
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1929 Model 18 Norton
This Norton is advertised on the internet on a website that specializes in Harley Davidsons, perhaps in Greece. It's described as a 1922 model but the frame looks 1929-1930 to me, the engine a bit older while forks and front wheel are WD16H. It looks awful but it could be rescued I guess.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Two Wheeled Riding Withdrawals
Two Wheeled Riding Withdrawals
Anyone who has been addicted for any length of time to riding on two wheels, specifically motorcycles, and has been denied access to that mount, may come down with Midlife Motorcycle Madness. (Click the link to go to the definition.) With Mistress down for repairs I have been acutely aware of the symptoms and peculiarities of this disease.
Riding on two wheels is akin to an alcoholic or drug high. You just can’t seem to get enough of it. Several things start to happen when not being able to ride, mostly just substitution. One is that you be spending a lot of time working on your bike performing upgrades, maintenance or repairs. You will probably spend every other free moment reading everything you can find about motorcycles in hard or electronic copy. You may also be spending a lot of time on forums & social media discussing everything two wheeled related.
When not doing these things you may develop some other peculiar symptoms of the disease. You will find yourself being a lot more sensitive to the sound of a v-twin or sport bike revving, even in the distance and it will draw your attention directly to it. Your right hand occasionally will twist like it is time to accelerate, usually right after a left foot shift twitch. You might find yourself driving along the far left lane of the freeway hugging the left stripe to see around the traffic in front of you. You may also find yourself wandering around the house leaning yourself around the corners. Don't ask me how I know.
Truthfully there is only one cure and that is riding a motorcycle on the open road and the open road is optional! The acceleration, adrenalin, twisties and wind take away all the bad side effects. See you on the road soon.
Ride on,
Torch
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1937 Model 20 Norton
Sent by Ben in Australia
This is our 1937 Model 20. This started out as a cylinder head in 1988! A slow way to acquire a bike but very rewarding in the end. Not to mention a lot of fun!
This is our 1937 Model 20. This started out as a cylinder head in 1988! A slow way to acquire a bike but very rewarding in the end. Not to mention a lot of fun!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Gears anyone?
Ben and Marcus Deutscher: We noticed a recent post on the blog with a request for expressions of interest for 17 tooth gears at 150 pound each. We've had a look at the photos and feel that we might be able to do the job at a significantly lower price than the 150 pounds as this is the sort of work which we specialise in. We are professional gearcutters with an interest in Nortons who would be interested in quoting for the job. We've been manufacturing gears for Big Port AJSs, P model Triumph, Rudge and close ratio BSA sets for a number of years. We also made some Sturmey Archer 1st gears.
We are located in Australia but have sent gears to New Zealand, Canada and Ireland in recent years. All we require is a sample which would be returned on the completion of the job. Above a few photos of gears we have made in the past. Contact us at longstroke500-at-yahoo.com.au (use @ for -at-)
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Fino แต่งสวย
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Monday, February 7, 2011
Round Tasmania on a 1926 Model 18 Norton.
By Paul
In January 2011 some mates and I rode around Tasmania. They all had moderns, BMW, Ducati, Honda, Kawasaki, etc, and only my mate Andre on the Ducati had seen my bike before we rode off the “Spirit of Tasmania” in Devonport. It’s a circa 1926 OHV Norton, made from bits I scrounged, so no pedigree and many incorrect bits. The other riders said they’d never seen anything like it and obviously didn’t think I’d get far, as they all cheered when I arrived at the first breakfast stop. From there we broke into a pattern of me taking off first, riding direct to the evening stop, while they went off in all directions to view the sites. So I spent most of the next four days riding alone. I had a few problems that went with vintage motorcycling, including a motorbike that will start first kick when cold, but is a devil to start when hot. So after the first breakfast stop, my ritual of sweating, flooding, kicking back, swearing and roll starting began for the week.
From Devonport we headed toward Launceston, then east toward Scottsdale. Clear day, tight mountain passes interspersed with pastoral valleys, long sweeping and twisting roads down through the valley and back up into the mountains. I kept at about 95 kph on the undulating valleys, and on the many mountain passes kept working the levers to get the best results. I usually got up the steep hills in top gear, but sometimes had to change back to second and hold it in gear with my foot as she jumps out of second gear. The last few kilometres into Scottsdale I rode with my right leg straight forward as it had cramped from holding the bike in second gear.
Out of Scottsdale, another 90 km of the same sweeping and twisting roads to St Helens on the east coast.
As I left St Helens I looked down and noticed that my rear stand had broken in two, and one side was flapping around. At the top of the next hill I found am obliging tree by the road and stopped to tape it up before it all flew apart completely. My mate Andre arrived to help with repairs and I was soon pushing off for St Mary’s, our evening stop.
We stopped at the beautiful 100 year old St Mary’s pub for the night where there was a rusted old 1933 sidevalve BSA hanging in a fishing net on the wall of the bar. It had been discovered in a barn in 1955, and unmolested since. I ignored the suggestions that this fishing net would be a suitable place to retire my bike, and after covering 300 kilometres for the day, was tired but satisfied.
The next day we awoke to a glum day of low cloud and imminent rain, and departed St Mary’s in full wet weather gear and magneto wrapped in a plastic bag. Fortunately the rain kept mostly away. Once again, I was left to my own devices amongst speculation as to whether I’d reach the evening destination at National Park (although my friends were quite prepared for a rescue mission, or to ferry cold beers and fish and chips to my breakdown camp if necessary). I had a leisurely day travelling though the midlands of Tasmania, marvelling at the beautiful old towns and buildings. In Australia houses and hotels built in the 1840’s are a rare thing, but the Tasmanian midlands have many. I managed to photograph the Norton at a few old buildings near the tops of hills, but most of the oldest buildings were near streams and I didn’t want to turn the Norton off at the bottom of a hill.
Just north of Oaklands is St Peters Pass, a slight uphill grade of about 5 km. I tucked in behind a semi trailer and his slipstream pulled me up and over at 110 kph, with the Norton just burbling along. I was surprised to find that you don’t have to be very close to get the slipstream effect. From New Norfolk I took the back roads to Mt Field, wonderful twisting roads alongside the meandering river, bordered by countless hedges and historic buildings, even an old waterwheel at Bushy Park. The Norton was on song, covering 210 kilometres for the day. I pulled into the National Park hotel at 3.30 pm in the rain, and was satisfied.
Day three was to be the lonely road to Queenstown. I confess that I approached south west Tasmania with some trepidation. I had memories of long lonely stretches, tight twisting descents into dark wet gorges, log trucks, and drizzling rain. And so it was.
After tightening loose oil lines and adjusting my tappets once again, I left National Park in the rain, heading west. Delightful roads despite the rain. I wasn’t sure how many kilometres I could travel on one tank of fuel, but reckoned about 160 km. So I would need to refuel. Not long on the road, I passed through the first town without stopping, expecting to buy fuel further along. But towns were few. As I neared the halfway point, at Tarraleah, I decided to pull in for fuel, but alas none was available. The nagging doubt began that no fuel would be available until Queenstown, and I would be stranded, fuelless by my own stupidity. About 30 km further along, a sign pointed down a bumpy windy road to Bronte Park, 8 km. I thought that I’d best try it, although it didn’t look promising. Bronte Park didn’t appear much more than a few holiday houses, but my luck was in, the small general store sold fuel. As I pulled up to the pump, I found that the rear stand duck tape had failed, and I had to lean my bike up against the fence to make repairs. Further problems then revealed themselves. The rear mudguard, complete with bicycle pack rack and travelling sausage bag was hanging limp by a thin sliver of metal. This guard is not original, but had been installed many years ago when the bike was set up for racing. I had left it on the bike, because I liked the patina. But it wasn’t made for a travelling sausage bag. After some head scratching I transferred the sausage bag to the tank, strapped up the guard with some cable ties bought at the general store, fired the Norton into life, and pointed her into the open road.
It’s hard to describe the feeling of travelling alone on an 84 year old motorbike in such a place. I can say that the trepidation, the rain, the beautiful, lonely and sometimes eerie scenery, the wonderful twisting roads, and the steady beat of the Norton heightened the senses to a keen edge. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else.
The sausage bag pressed hard up against the handlebars provided some awkward steering, but I arrived in Queenstown in mid afternoon in the drizzling rain. Despite the bits falling off the Norton had covered the days 200 kilometres in good heart.
From Queenstown we were to head north, and I determined that I would make for Devonport, to complete the Tasmanian circuit before I headed for the next rendezvous point at Cradle Mountain. The day dawned clear, and we were in high spirits as we all separated for our various destinations. Mine, the direct route.
A little blue sky even peeked through as I headed out of Queenstown on the road to Rosebury. I hadn’t travelled 5 kilometres when I heard an awful clattering behind me. I looked back to see the rear stand had collapsed into three pieces, one of them trailing along on the end of some duck tape, and the other bits lying down the road. The Norton was not easy to manoeuvre with myself spreadeagled over the travelling sausage bag (which wanted control of the handlebars and the seat as well), but I managed to retrieve the pieces and jam them under some straps without stopping the engine, and head north again.
Just south of Rosebury I was confronted by a traffic light at the Ring River, where road works were allegedly taking place. Of course the traffic light was at the bottom of a gorge, I got the red light, and foolishly stalled her trying to find neutral. I figured it was a good time for a break, to repack the rear stand pieces, let the bike cool down, lean her up against the railing to start her, and then take off on the green light. I was well pleased when all went to plan, although I was still having some trouble finding neutral.
I soon made Rosebury, where the petrol station was at the top of the hill. I now had enough fuel to travel the 140 kilometres to the next town, and it wasn’t raining. All good again, although changing gears was a bit clunky.
The road to Somerset can only be described like most Tasmanian roads. Beautifully surfaced, long sweeping curves through undulating hills, and twisting sections through mountain ranges and down steep gorges. Tasmania would be a motorcyclists Mecca, if only it didn’t rain. But I was in luck. Although the rain constantly threatened, it mostly held off. After passing through the Hellyer Gorge I found a road sign to lean the bike on while I took a break, and again found some complications. The rear guard had finally sheared off completely, and the cable ties were the only thing holding it from falling on the road. It wasn’t rubbing on the back wheel, and I didn’t want a great wet stripe up my back, so I figured I’d leave it there if it stayed clear of the wheel. As I roll started her down the hill I was having trouble finding gears, but eventually got her into top gear. I kept her in top for the final 50 kilometres into Somerset where I would have to do some serious fettling. The light drizzle was turning into a steady driving rain so I just tucked in behind the big sausage bag, concentrated on the road, and on methodically windscreen wiping my goggles with my left index finger. The Norton just beat on. Finally into Somerset, with water everywhere and rivers rising. As I quietly turned off the highway into the town I dropped her into first gear, at which the back wheel locked, and despite me pulling in the clutch, she stayed locked. I skidded to a halt, and pushed the last couple of hundred metres to the pub.
I leaned my bike up against the pub, got a room for the night, had a beer and considered my options. I decided not to strip the gearbox in the rain behind the pub, and after travelling about 900 kilometres in four days, 40 kilometres short of the full circuit, my motorcycle ride around Tasmania was finished.
Postscript: Diagnosis of gearbox was a mainshaft seized into the cluster gear. Hence she ran OK in top gear. The problem with cobbling together old parts to make a bike is that they're all somebody elses rejects. My mainshaft was 40 thou bent, and it had a brass sleeve inside the cluster gear to take up old wear. It all became too much for her. So again, Pa Norton isn't to blame.
In January 2011 some mates and I rode around Tasmania. They all had moderns, BMW, Ducati, Honda, Kawasaki, etc, and only my mate Andre on the Ducati had seen my bike before we rode off the “Spirit of Tasmania” in Devonport. It’s a circa 1926 OHV Norton, made from bits I scrounged, so no pedigree and many incorrect bits. The other riders said they’d never seen anything like it and obviously didn’t think I’d get far, as they all cheered when I arrived at the first breakfast stop. From there we broke into a pattern of me taking off first, riding direct to the evening stop, while they went off in all directions to view the sites. So I spent most of the next four days riding alone. I had a few problems that went with vintage motorcycling, including a motorbike that will start first kick when cold, but is a devil to start when hot. So after the first breakfast stop, my ritual of sweating, flooding, kicking back, swearing and roll starting began for the week.
From Devonport we headed toward Launceston, then east toward Scottsdale. Clear day, tight mountain passes interspersed with pastoral valleys, long sweeping and twisting roads down through the valley and back up into the mountains. I kept at about 95 kph on the undulating valleys, and on the many mountain passes kept working the levers to get the best results. I usually got up the steep hills in top gear, but sometimes had to change back to second and hold it in gear with my foot as she jumps out of second gear. The last few kilometres into Scottsdale I rode with my right leg straight forward as it had cramped from holding the bike in second gear.
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| Steak sandwich and a quick beer in Scottsdale and I headed off towards St Helens at the front of the pack. The large green bag is my new ‘travelling sausage bag’, a traditional but almost useless way of carrying my gear. Gear includes the usual spares, spanners, tent and sleeping bag in case she broke down on the long lonely stretches. |
Out of Scottsdale, another 90 km of the same sweeping and twisting roads to St Helens on the east coast.
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| At St Helens. |
As I left St Helens I looked down and noticed that my rear stand had broken in two, and one side was flapping around. At the top of the next hill I found am obliging tree by the road and stopped to tape it up before it all flew apart completely. My mate Andre arrived to help with repairs and I was soon pushing off for St Mary’s, our evening stop.
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| Repairing the rear stand with Duck tape. I was reminding Andre that this was the sort of fun we used to have with Norton Commandos, and when was he going to buy an old bike so he could have fun too. He said he’d stick to his Ducati 900 SS for some fun. |
We stopped at the beautiful 100 year old St Mary’s pub for the night where there was a rusted old 1933 sidevalve BSA hanging in a fishing net on the wall of the bar. It had been discovered in a barn in 1955, and unmolested since. I ignored the suggestions that this fishing net would be a suitable place to retire my bike, and after covering 300 kilometres for the day, was tired but satisfied.
The next day we awoke to a glum day of low cloud and imminent rain, and departed St Mary’s in full wet weather gear and magneto wrapped in a plastic bag. Fortunately the rain kept mostly away. Once again, I was left to my own devices amongst speculation as to whether I’d reach the evening destination at National Park (although my friends were quite prepared for a rescue mission, or to ferry cold beers and fish and chips to my breakdown camp if necessary). I had a leisurely day travelling though the midlands of Tasmania, marvelling at the beautiful old towns and buildings. In Australia houses and hotels built in the 1840’s are a rare thing, but the Tasmanian midlands have many. I managed to photograph the Norton at a few old buildings near the tops of hills, but most of the oldest buildings were near streams and I didn’t want to turn the Norton off at the bottom of a hill.
Just north of Oaklands is St Peters Pass, a slight uphill grade of about 5 km. I tucked in behind a semi trailer and his slipstream pulled me up and over at 110 kph, with the Norton just burbling along. I was surprised to find that you don’t have to be very close to get the slipstream effect. From New Norfolk I took the back roads to Mt Field, wonderful twisting roads alongside the meandering river, bordered by countless hedges and historic buildings, even an old waterwheel at Bushy Park. The Norton was on song, covering 210 kilometres for the day. I pulled into the National Park hotel at 3.30 pm in the rain, and was satisfied.
Day three was to be the lonely road to Queenstown. I confess that I approached south west Tasmania with some trepidation. I had memories of long lonely stretches, tight twisting descents into dark wet gorges, log trucks, and drizzling rain. And so it was.
After tightening loose oil lines and adjusting my tappets once again, I left National Park in the rain, heading west. Delightful roads despite the rain. I wasn’t sure how many kilometres I could travel on one tank of fuel, but reckoned about 160 km. So I would need to refuel. Not long on the road, I passed through the first town without stopping, expecting to buy fuel further along. But towns were few. As I neared the halfway point, at Tarraleah, I decided to pull in for fuel, but alas none was available. The nagging doubt began that no fuel would be available until Queenstown, and I would be stranded, fuelless by my own stupidity. About 30 km further along, a sign pointed down a bumpy windy road to Bronte Park, 8 km. I thought that I’d best try it, although it didn’t look promising. Bronte Park didn’t appear much more than a few holiday houses, but my luck was in, the small general store sold fuel. As I pulled up to the pump, I found that the rear stand duck tape had failed, and I had to lean my bike up against the fence to make repairs. Further problems then revealed themselves. The rear mudguard, complete with bicycle pack rack and travelling sausage bag was hanging limp by a thin sliver of metal. This guard is not original, but had been installed many years ago when the bike was set up for racing. I had left it on the bike, because I liked the patina. But it wasn’t made for a travelling sausage bag. After some head scratching I transferred the sausage bag to the tank, strapped up the guard with some cable ties bought at the general store, fired the Norton into life, and pointed her into the open road.
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| Bronte Park. A few repairs, a tank of fuel, and ready for the road again. |
It’s hard to describe the feeling of travelling alone on an 84 year old motorbike in such a place. I can say that the trepidation, the rain, the beautiful, lonely and sometimes eerie scenery, the wonderful twisting roads, and the steady beat of the Norton heightened the senses to a keen edge. I wouldn’t have been anywhere else.
The sausage bag pressed hard up against the handlebars provided some awkward steering, but I arrived in Queenstown in mid afternoon in the drizzling rain. Despite the bits falling off the Norton had covered the days 200 kilometres in good heart.
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| The beautiful and lonely road to Queenstown. |
From Queenstown we were to head north, and I determined that I would make for Devonport, to complete the Tasmanian circuit before I headed for the next rendezvous point at Cradle Mountain. The day dawned clear, and we were in high spirits as we all separated for our various destinations. Mine, the direct route.
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| Looking down the mountain pass toward Queenstown. |
A little blue sky even peeked through as I headed out of Queenstown on the road to Rosebury. I hadn’t travelled 5 kilometres when I heard an awful clattering behind me. I looked back to see the rear stand had collapsed into three pieces, one of them trailing along on the end of some duck tape, and the other bits lying down the road. The Norton was not easy to manoeuvre with myself spreadeagled over the travelling sausage bag (which wanted control of the handlebars and the seat as well), but I managed to retrieve the pieces and jam them under some straps without stopping the engine, and head north again.
Just south of Rosebury I was confronted by a traffic light at the Ring River, where road works were allegedly taking place. Of course the traffic light was at the bottom of a gorge, I got the red light, and foolishly stalled her trying to find neutral. I figured it was a good time for a break, to repack the rear stand pieces, let the bike cool down, lean her up against the railing to start her, and then take off on the green light. I was well pleased when all went to plan, although I was still having some trouble finding neutral.
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| A little forlorn at the red light. Things starting to go awry. |
I soon made Rosebury, where the petrol station was at the top of the hill. I now had enough fuel to travel the 140 kilometres to the next town, and it wasn’t raining. All good again, although changing gears was a bit clunky.
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| Rosebury. All good again. |
The road to Somerset can only be described like most Tasmanian roads. Beautifully surfaced, long sweeping curves through undulating hills, and twisting sections through mountain ranges and down steep gorges. Tasmania would be a motorcyclists Mecca, if only it didn’t rain. But I was in luck. Although the rain constantly threatened, it mostly held off. After passing through the Hellyer Gorge I found a road sign to lean the bike on while I took a break, and again found some complications. The rear guard had finally sheared off completely, and the cable ties were the only thing holding it from falling on the road. It wasn’t rubbing on the back wheel, and I didn’t want a great wet stripe up my back, so I figured I’d leave it there if it stayed clear of the wheel. As I roll started her down the hill I was having trouble finding gears, but eventually got her into top gear. I kept her in top for the final 50 kilometres into Somerset where I would have to do some serious fettling. The light drizzle was turning into a steady driving rain so I just tucked in behind the big sausage bag, concentrated on the road, and on methodically windscreen wiping my goggles with my left index finger. The Norton just beat on. Finally into Somerset, with water everywhere and rivers rising. As I quietly turned off the highway into the town I dropped her into first gear, at which the back wheel locked, and despite me pulling in the clutch, she stayed locked. I skidded to a halt, and pushed the last couple of hundred metres to the pub.
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| It’s over |
I leaned my bike up against the pub, got a room for the night, had a beer and considered my options. I decided not to strip the gearbox in the rain behind the pub, and after travelling about 900 kilometres in four days, 40 kilometres short of the full circuit, my motorcycle ride around Tasmania was finished.
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| The circuit. |
Postscript: Diagnosis of gearbox was a mainshaft seized into the cluster gear. Hence she ran OK in top gear. The problem with cobbling together old parts to make a bike is that they're all somebody elses rejects. My mainshaft was 40 thou bent, and it had a brass sleeve inside the cluster gear to take up old wear. It all became too much for her. So again, Pa Norton isn't to blame.
Spare Parts Order
Contributed by Rob
A late 1920s spare parts order form; a lot of words were used to explain that parts should be paid for before they are despatched from the works.
A late 1920s spare parts order form; a lot of words were used to explain that parts should be paid for before they are despatched from the works.
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Sunday, February 6, 2011
Amazing Harley Davidson sound
คลิป Amazing Harley Davidson Sound Samson Ripsaws FXSTBI
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Saturday, February 5, 2011
1927 rear carrier
Sent by Albert
Attached a drawing of the 1927 Norton Model 18 carrier. It may be useful to someone who is missing this this item. The measurements are off an original 1927 one.
Friday, February 4, 2011
1912 Big Four Norton
Sent by Martin
Whilst looking for something else in a 1912 Motorcyclist's Handbook, I found this rather fine Norton which is a Big Four with Roc 2 speed hub. The picture looks odd because there is no belt fitted at the time the picture was taken.
Whilst looking for something else in a 1912 Motorcyclist's Handbook, I found this rather fine Norton which is a Big Four with Roc 2 speed hub. The picture looks odd because there is no belt fitted at the time the picture was taken.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Gears anyone?
Geoff: "I am looking for a 17 teeth gear for my Sturmey Archer CS gearbox. O/D is 1.825", width is .5625", centre hole I/D is .750", it has six splines in the centre hole (.8625") and goes on the layshaft which has a six splined section which is just under .8625" O/D to take the gear. I can get some made for £150 each...but I need to order five to get them at this price! So if anyone wants one, let me know (via John)"
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Martin's fun day out
By Martin
East Fortune, 28th April 1974; a fun day out on Drew Taylor's 1937 ES2 Norton fitted with a Francis Beart dope Manx piston (14 to 1 CR on methanol) and a Rudge Ulster front wheel... The story (there's always a story!!) was that as we were warming the bike up in the paddock before the race, the plug oiled up and we needed a change of plugs before I could go out of the paddock to the start grid. Now any normal racer would have a normal plug and a normal set up, but not Drew Taylor!! The plug was (for sentimental or maybe good luck reasons) the actual plug used by Jock McCredie in the 1947 NW200... I thought he must have won that race but I just checked and he wasn't even mentioned..!!?
The plug (a Lodge racing plug) had a large brass ball screwed on the top and the plug cap was a special Lodge racing cap to match the large brass connector. We didn't have a spare plug with the same set up, so we not only had to change the plug, we also had to rob another bike's plug cap and change that as well. I got to the paddock exit and the marshal initially refused to let me out onto the track, but relented and I shot round to join the back row of the grid, only to find the race was already under way and I was playing 'catch up' instead of 'follow me'!! To cap it all, on the third lap I lost the nearside foot rest so rode the rest of the race trying not to put all my weight on the rear brake!! Look closely at the pic and you will see the missing footrest, or rather not see it!!
I think a few people took pics of me as a back marker because I was trying so hard I nearly chucked it up the track on several corners... You can also see the cement on that corner where oil spills had been 'treated', lethally slippy as a result. You can also almost read my Bell full face helmet script which reads 'Ecurie Ossity'...
East Fortune, 28th April 1974; a fun day out on Drew Taylor's 1937 ES2 Norton fitted with a Francis Beart dope Manx piston (14 to 1 CR on methanol) and a Rudge Ulster front wheel... The story (there's always a story!!) was that as we were warming the bike up in the paddock before the race, the plug oiled up and we needed a change of plugs before I could go out of the paddock to the start grid. Now any normal racer would have a normal plug and a normal set up, but not Drew Taylor!! The plug was (for sentimental or maybe good luck reasons) the actual plug used by Jock McCredie in the 1947 NW200... I thought he must have won that race but I just checked and he wasn't even mentioned..!!?
The plug (a Lodge racing plug) had a large brass ball screwed on the top and the plug cap was a special Lodge racing cap to match the large brass connector. We didn't have a spare plug with the same set up, so we not only had to change the plug, we also had to rob another bike's plug cap and change that as well. I got to the paddock exit and the marshal initially refused to let me out onto the track, but relented and I shot round to join the back row of the grid, only to find the race was already under way and I was playing 'catch up' instead of 'follow me'!! To cap it all, on the third lap I lost the nearside foot rest so rode the rest of the race trying not to put all my weight on the rear brake!! Look closely at the pic and you will see the missing footrest, or rather not see it!!
I think a few people took pics of me as a back marker because I was trying so hard I nearly chucked it up the track on several corners... You can also see the cement on that corner where oil spills had been 'treated', lethally slippy as a result. You can also almost read my Bell full face helmet script which reads 'Ecurie Ossity'...
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