OddBike: OddBike USA Tour: Part VIII — Philosophy of the Motorcycle in…

3 Май 2015 | Author: | Комментарии к записи OddBike: OddBike USA Tour: Part VIII — Philosophy of the Motorcycle in… отключены
Bimota SB8R Sport Bike

OddBike USA Tour: Part — Philosophy of the Motorcycle in New

Sunday morning is another day in Birmingham. Attendees of the Vintage were blessed with perfect days of weather: degree temperatures with skies and low humidity. Barring our gridlock adventure on Saturday I was never uncomfortable.

The dread of north into cooler was starting to dawn on me.

I wake up to do my laundry and scribble down notes for the previous two days. had been such an intense, day that I never had the opportunity to and (literally) collect my thoughts, so I the time to put my experiences on paper they were still in my mind. It still felt and scarcely believable that I met so interesting people and experienced so in the course of a single day.

I believe it will remain one of the memorable days of my life. But I hope it isn’t — things await in the future. a line of thought that become important over the few days.

Winslow invites me to with his friends at Waffle A fixture at offramps across the Waffle House is pretty what you’d expect: a greasy breakfast diner. It is the of place that is packed locals nursing hangovers on a morning, members of our group I order a gummy waffle the of my face with a side of greasy bacon, served corn syrup and artificial Not margarine — fake

I’ve never seen nonsense at a restaurant before. I lament the lack of legitimate syrup south of the border but the don’t seem to get it. Spot the

I decide to skip the Festival and head straight for New Orleans, my Sunday ticket along to to dispose of as he saw fit. It was to be a 400-mile day on the and I find the prospect of riding dark disconcerting, especially in an city. I have terrible vision and the lights on a 916 are somewhere kerosene lantern and three with weak batteries together on the candlepower scale.

The beam is so worthless that it is invisible in daylight, so I ride the high beam on at all times to be somewhat visible to other I’ve never understood the propensity to drive with no lights at all, and then about mandatory lighting. rather be noticed as much as on the road to lessen the possibility of absent minded dolt into me.

Maybe that’s the result of a bike in Montreal for 8 years, I’m constantly threatened by minded dolts who are also vehicular sociopaths.

I hit the road 11 am. Today’s ride is boring. I through the remainder of Alabama and cut through Mississippi, stopping for a quick lunch and gas along the I will forever remember for having the single worst in the history of fast food, but not else.

The landscape has flattened out the mountains of Virginia and North having progressed into the of Georgia and Alabama and now the flat of the Gulf coast. The vegetation noticeably as well — dense, overgrown forest shrubby bayou as you near The progression of the landscape makes me just how far I have traveled.

I the Great White North in freezing temps a week ago and now sweating it out within spitting of the Gulf of Mexico.

The Interstates of are dull, with the least rest stops I encountered on my journey. It’s long, rides like this allow me to formulate my ideas, out the themes of my writing in my mind. Or that’s just how I console for enduring many hours of dull as … Interstate the course of this trip. “At I got lots of quiet contemplation Next time I do a trip this I’m going to allow more time to explore the along the way.

I enter and reach the coast of the Pontchartrain, an river connected to the Gulf of Suddenly I feel at home. is a setting I’m familiar with: and flat sandy beaches by cottages and fishing communities.

I up in rural New Brunswick, near the town of Shediac. I am immediately of the landscape of my youth, of time playing on beaches, of the sandy extending inland blanketed thick marsh grasses. My is Acadian, from the same lineage as the local Cajuns

I’m struck by how our common ancestors, to the winds par Le Grand Dérangement . up resettling in such similar at different ends of the continent. an eerie realization that is by a strong sense of deja vu . one is only disrupted by the presence of trees. We don’t have in Shediac.

Driving along I-10 downtown New Orleans I spot boarded-up buildings and empty, parking lots. Dilapidated and properties dot the landscape. It is immediately that the scars of hurricane are still present, eight after the storm.

The modern rising above the city with the signs of destruction and that are visible from the above the city.

I roll off the and get lost in a rough looking that exhibits more of Katrina. Poverty is omnipresent and the scene. This is what we are unused to seeing when we south of the border. This is inspires those Mad Max nightmares of mugged and shot by roving of miscreants, just waiting for an Dudley or Deborah Do Right to into their trap.

cities are homogeneous and largely Poor areas might simpler architecture, a bit less done to the infrastructure, a couple Starbucks locations. But here it is the gaps between the wealthy and the areas are extreme and immediately The transitions between good and bad are stark and impossible to miss. hard to find the words to why this is apparent but upon it becomes immediately clear.

I was on riding through these areas, exhausted from a ride, desperately scanning for my I wasn’t scared, but I did not want to be either.

I make my way into the Quarter, mere blocks from the rough area I through, and the difference is staggering. the span of a few hundred yards you go boarded up and collapsing buildings to colonial architecture and lush surrounding picturesque streets of eclectic bars and restaurants. minutes I begin to see the appeal of here in the French Quarter, and I to understand why JT is so fiercely proud of city.

But I can’t shake the of seeing the two extremes laid out me within the span of a few blocks.

I the 916 in front of the Studio, a simple building on the edge of the French JT hasn’t arrived yet. he had recommended I stop at Checkpoint down the street. I discover it to be a mercifully air-conditioned dive bar on the of Esplanade and Decatur, just the to sit down and cool off.

I am my shirt soaked with my hair matted into a helmet-head coif — I am in no to impress anyone so a dark, bar is just the ticket for me. I dump my at a table and order a beer. The are playing the Patriots on the TVs hung and the game dominates the attention of the A mix of interesting locals populates the all engaged in intense discussions of philosophy and football.

I learn pretty quickly it is easy to spot whom the were: they are the eclectic mix of bohemians who appear more or in control of their faculties. The are the fat, pasty Midwesterners sideways down the middle of the with plastic go-cup in

I settle in and start taking my for the day. I like bars these. No …. Cheap and food. Always populated by people.

They might seedy and intimidating to an outsider or a weaned on nouveau-riche trust-fund nightclubs, but they are often the friendly and welcoming joints out They lack the phony, pretenses of the haute-bar scene. I found the flash and trappings of wealthy haunts appealing, I got to know the people who frequented and began to see through the façade.

of working in the “Luxury” business taught me that brands, or people that cater/aspire to an of luxury are not authentic. Places Checkpoint Charlie’s are.

It me realize how much I hate my day But that is a lament for another day and venue.

I spot JT wheeling the out of a trailer across the street. I up my gear and head over. JT in the Studios, which is an open that is more artist’s than garage. Pass a glass façade and you’ll a heavily modified Harley bobber, a Bimota SB8R, and the Special .

I had hoped the Special be here. It is a staggering accomplishment, a neoclassical car built from and powered by an alternative fuel JT drove across the United But he seems almost embarrassed I’m enamored by it. I’m here to talk why would I be interested in that I don’t press any further.

I learn soon enough he is a man who is always looking forward, not at his previous work.

While all the and tools you’d expect in a shop are present, there are a few that distinguish Bienville Upstairs you’ll find a area with a couple of bedrooms. The shop is dusty and chaotic but relatively well and filled with interesting at least compared to the places worked. One rack is piled spare parts and mockups the Legacy.

A lone Moto Guzzi sits on a stand in a corner. A loaded with design pictorial histories, and art compendiums in the corner. Not the typical objets expect in a run-of-the-mill garage.

of girlie posters the walls are with paintings, sketches and a few Several of the artworks show a pattern of interlocking circles and lines – this is JT’s touchstone, his “circles and lines” A pair of antiquated looking hang from the rafters, more than heavy-framed

One has a tiny single-cylinder engine. are Simplexes, and they serve as of two things: local industry, and happens to those who fail to These are two important themes in work: he is fiercely loyal to New and he is always trying to innovate.

The is, however, exactly what you expect in a garage. I had been about that bathroom by one of friends. It couldn’t be that bad I

It was that bad.

I was half to go to the corner store and buy a case of and disinfectant, just to lessen the … in store for the next soul who had to make use of the facilities. we had more pressing matters to to.

We head over to one of JT’s haunts, Molly’s At The Market on He buys me an unidentified JT-special, a drink that is definitely of the variety, and slaps a pack of onto the table in front of me. I’m an ex-smoker, free of the for just over a year.

is probably the last place in America you can still smoke in (Last bastion of freedom to JT), which makes it a bad to be for a reformed smoker like But I maintain my will, decline the and start drinking.

We discuss motorcycle, and OddBike. JT is an intense, individual — opinionated and not to express his views. He is very and extremely perceptive. He is idealistic and to compromise on his values, and has nothing but for those who do.

If you’ve read his outspoken commentaries you already an small indication of his intensity. It is not an routine that evaporates in encounters. He really is that and direct, and he is not afraid to call out on their ….

Chatting with him as the night I realize he has high hopes for my as well as where OddBike can go in the This intimidates me. As I sit here in and nurse my whiskey-somethingorother I suddenly that I won’t live up to his I am a simple, young, freelance who has a dull day job and a passion for bikes. still green and I lack

He throws some intense philosophy at me and it sails clear my head, my comprehension dulled by the

By the end of my second drink my willpower has and I grab a cigarette. I immediately the decision, even in my tipsy I vow in my head that I would cheat for this night, in place, in this situation.

else will I have the to get drunk in New Orleans with one of the famous motorcycle designers of our Of course that calculated came later. At that my line of thinking was fuckit to I want a cigarette.

And goddamned if it the most magnificent, head-lightening, smoke I’ve had since I picked up the habit 9 years

I think JT was waiting for me to snap. more relaxed now. I most of the evening listening, in the ideas he is throwing my way.

I no attempts to pretend to understand he begins to lose me. As we both get more smashed I quickly that he is man of many facets, far than I had previously imagined. I note I am piecing together the after the fact, many having disappeared into the haze of a night of drinking, so to JT if I missed anything important.

I do that despite his purity of he appreciates and enjoys a wide of bikes in terms of performance and He isn’t a snob — he good design wherever it may He adores the Yamaha R6, and would to own a first-generation Suzuki GSX-R He has a deep respect for old British and ran a Triumph dealership for two years.

He for Iron Horse magazine the editorship of David Snow, a man who he with nurturing modern culture (the legitimate, culture — not the phony OCC …). He has done a little bit of and he speaks of his experiences with and passion.

He exhibits nothing but contempt for Honda, a man who he deems a “destroyer”. dominated the industry by crushing his in particular the British, when he have helped them and a relationship of mutual advancement. He to share technology or expertise and eliminated his competitors from the He asks why.

Would it not been better if both had side by side? Like of JT’s thoughts it is perhaps an view, but it reveals a philosophy of as being something more digits on a spreadsheet.

At some in the evening he asks me what my OddBike article is. I pause and for a moment. Well it would be my first one, the Bimo- wrong answer. Try again.” I I suppose I’m quite proud of the “No.

Do you want to know the He tells me how Alan Cathcart had Pierre Terblanche and Miguel what their favourite was during a charity dinner at the Museum on Friday. They too got it The best article (or the best design, such as the case may be) “is the one.” You must always forward. It’s a point he over and over.

You may look to the and you may respect it, but you must not be determined by it.

By time we are both properly We leave Molly’s to seek out JT takes me to a nearby restaurant, where I have a fantastic and round out the evening with a of wine, which I am utterly to appreciate in my current state of It’s now the halfway point of my in terms of mileage and time. I been on the road for a week and 2000 miles.

I significantly the length of the trip – I originally about 3000 miles, trip. So much for my Google estimate.

Tomorrow I will be my proper, not blind drunk of JT and spending another day in New Orleans I begin the long journey

Interesting articles

Other articles of the category "Bimota":

Our partners
Follow us
Contact us
Our contacts


Born in the USSR


About this site

For all questions about advertising, please contact listed on the site.

Motorcycles catalog with specifications, pictures, ratings, reviews and discusssions about Motorcycles.