My BMW Single

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My BMW Single

David Braun

copy 1991 — A. Braun

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GOT A BMW MOTORCYCLE, TOO! AND I KNOW YOU LIVE!, he shouted with his hanging halfway out the window of a as we were stopped at the corner of Avenue South and Edgehill in (Music Row in Music City). Oh, I thought, a nut case knows I live. And so began my association one of the more colorful figures in my Hunter Harvey.

The Bear (my and I had moved to Nashville in October of after touring the US for seven on my R75/5. We hadn’t made any friends in the eight or so months been there. then we met Years later, I was known to say everyone I knew, I knew of BMW motorcycles.

This was really an of the fact that all my friends met directly or indirectly through

Hunter lived two blocks in a little house located on an The house had once been a The entire back wall open up and he could ride his inside. Hunter was flamboyant. had LOTS of friends.

Hunter BMW motorcycles. Through him, I educated about the lore. He was in the BMW Motorcycle Owners, Ltd. He me stuff to read.

One day I said to Wow, I didn’t know BMW singles! About a week he called me up and told me to come to his house. There I met Somer At that time, Somer had a job. But his heart was in being an motorcycle/parts salesman/broker. (Now he deals bikes full It seems that Somer had a fellow that had an R69S and an R26 for sale who only wanted to both.

Somer only the twin. And so a deal was struck.

The time the R26 was to be delivered, I was to meet the in downtown Nashville. He was coming East Tennessee to some at the Municipal Auditorium. It was snowing and he never showed. I froze my for a couple of hours waiting. The time, I balked at meeting him except my house.

Eventually, a van pulled up and we opened the It’s WHITE, I exclaimed. Is a problem? No, I just thought it be black. We carried the bike and boxes of stuff into my and put them in the living room.

It running. But it was all there. and THEN Included were many new a gleaming complete exhaust fresh wiring harnesses, factory parts bags of bits and pieces.

You see, the white bike was in need of lots of attention.

That it snowed. The next day I walked to the Village and bought a roll of After shooting the entire of 36 exposures in an effort to capture angle and every detail. I the bike completely apart. not COMPLETELY.

One of the swing-arm bolts my special wrench. That that I couldn’t remove the so I couldn’t remove the transmission so I remove the engine.

The next day I the passenger seat out of my ’68 VW and put it on the porch. Then I wrestled the R26 down the steps and shoe-horned it the bug. At the local dealer rightfully went out of business) wanted to charge me to put a pipe on the special swing-arm bolt.

I them, Hell, I have a wrench, and stuffed the whole back in the car for a reverse trip to my living room.

Over the months, the evolving assortment of parts in my living room was a topic of conversation. Eventually, several trips to the chrome a visit to an upholstorer, LOTS of arriving U.P.S. and the use of Hunter’s gun. I had some friends by to help carry the finished down the steps. I knew it run (and so did the folks that upstairs) because I had started it in the a couple of times.

And so I finally got to it.

Road report of 1960 BMW R26 single (white with pin stripes): Runs fairly brakes adequate for level of performance, no power to speak of, BUT IT LOOKS NICE! At this I sure was glad that it had a seat. No way would this puppy haul much than me.

And so after a while the time to show it off. There was a BMW rally about 175 miles (near Shiloh where the War battle was fought). So, I loaded up camping supplies and headed on there. It took a while. It was a multi-colored fall weekend mild weather.

The roads curvey. And life was GOOD. people at the rally took and expressed admiration. I was HAPPY.

some fellow showed up on a R51/3, so I didn’t get the plaque for the bike. But I knew that was the nicest old bike there.

I it in a shed in my back yard out of an old pickup truck topper. It was a fun bike on which to run over to a house when there was a of motorcyclists (or ladies). I felt Thumper, as I began to call was a sort of a jewel that was to be out and worn on special occasions.

all, I had another bike for riding.

Just after I put her in an unused closet in the machine where I worked. I ran the fuel out of the and removed the battery. The next I took her out again. After the (properly maintained) battery and on the petcock, I was ready for the starting

One of my co-workers asked if it would I confidently replied, Five or less. Knowing that it be two or three. I tickled the carb JUST BEFORE it overflowed is the REAL trick to tickling any Then I kicked it over with the key off to loosen it up and get some into the cylinder.

That’s said Gerry (who I had met Hunter). No, I said, I haven’t on the key yet. I mashed down the key and lit up the red green lights on the dash. I engaged the trans and clutch-out the crank until it was coming up on KICK!

And she purred like a kitten.

summer, I had an opportunity to go to Europe. I I had a rail pass. I wanted my the whole time. When I got I looked in the shed and Thumper was all

So, I got out all the proper potions and elixirs to and polish her. That was I noticed that the oil stain on the near where the kick comes down was not JUST an oil the frame loop was cracked all the way through. BUMMER.

Membership has privileges, the saying goes. a member in the Vintage BMW Motorcycle Ltd. I advertised for an R26 frame. after the bimonthly Bulletin out, I got a phone call a fellow that had a frame to

And, oh, by the way, might I be in a small sidecar? Photos through the mail, a deal was and snatching victory from the of defeat. I had a frame AND a sidecar.

winter saw Thumper in the house Changing frames was a good to get a color match on the sidecar. learned that I don’t as well as I would like, I had a do it.

The timing chest needed a new so the engine had needed to come out The trans had a bit of a problem, so I swapped for one from an R25 (another story) had both a foot and a hand but fit exactly and had the same gear The hand shifter was on the same as the foot shifter, but was located on the side.

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Sidecars, in this country, go on the side of the machine. For some it is counter-intuitive how that effects the For left turns you generally no lean left, you broadslide. For turns, the chair tries to

Furthermore, twisting the throttle has a tendency to make the outfit toward the right and shutting it (or has a tendency to make the outfit toward the left.

On the inaugural I managed to discover a LOT about and sidecar handling. Sidecar are NOT motorcycles. About 1/2 mile home I went into a hand sweeper at about 40 mph good for 60mph solo. The sidecar came off the ground.


This caused a major and in an effort to put it back on the ground I so wide that I nearly ran off the side of the road. It was a good that no one was oncoming. Moments putting away the pucker I dispatched myself to a LARGE parking lot for a training session. I some wonderful things.

By the handlebars I could either a broadslide which was controllable the brakes and bars OR I could the chair into the air at will. the chair was airborne, I had a two wheeled again. Although cornering was significantly limited on the righthand because of the sidecar, and on the left the exhaust pipe would

It was pretty bizarre to lean WAY to the left and get the sidecar WAY high in the air and go a left turn that With some more I got fairly adept at both the chair and broadsliding. I also that I could fly the chair a passenger because it didn’t horsepower to do that, it took

The following winter, I had managed to the use of a garage near my house. was a good thing because the wouldn’t fit in the shed and I had changed It was also a good thing a giant tree in the yard backed up to mine fell in a storm that winter and my shed like a bug. I had a old olive drab tarp I used to cover Thumper.

It was a rush to take someone of the female persuasion) down the and into this funky and show them this tarp-covered thing. Then I yank back the tarp to the cutest outfit ever all shiny and sparkly and white and (with tasty black

That spring, I had THE FINEST in which to cruise the fun zone. My trick was to park on the opposite of the street directly in front of my hole. What made a trick was that I would a sliding U-turn at full and end up stopped, next to the curb, parked, having slid and sidewards for the last several (OK OK, I was young and stupid.) Hey, wanna go for a ride in my sidecar? was a new and line to most of the denizettes of the Block.

The little 250 motor could me, the sidecar, and a babe. but barely. A white bike with pinstripes pulling a little sidecar with a black and trim was the cutest thing on The Parking next to Rip’s big bad Black Shadow set the two of them in the contrast.

What a jewel.

the time came to show it The Shiloh Rally was happening and we going. One hundred seventy-five through the hills of Tennessee. We down the hills in fourth (top). We went up the hills in second, and sometimes even gear (in a headwind).

You KNOW you are when a fully loaded, log truck passes you at a fast going up a looooong grade. we arrived. Again lots of were snapped. Someone’s made it onto the cover of the BMW of America club organ On The (Aug ’82).

Again no Another picture made it the Vintage BMW Bulletin (March/April

Something I discovered while with a beer while in the chair was that I could get the throttle. This got me to thinking. I that if I could reach the I could also reach the brake. All this was accomplished my left hand while a bit forward. As a matter of fact, if I across my body with my arm, I could mash the brake pedal.

AND, I reach the hand shifter of the The only thing I couldn’t while seated was the clutch. to try out the driverless sidecar. I rode to a vacant parking lot in the normal Then I stopped the bike and got the chair.

While standing, I in the clutch with my left and reached down with my hand to snick it into Back up to the throttle and we were Then I sat down. As long as I need to come to a COMPLETE I could accelerate, brake, and flat-shift (up and down) with I did circles and eights and played in the lot for a while.

Occasionally, someone would be over to watch the Ichabod of sidehacks, until they it out.

Well, we all do stupid every now and again. After a I became somewhat tired of Having a fiancee (the ex-Mrs. Braun) probably had a lot to do it. One night at my favorite watering I had a conversation with a guy about vehicles. he had an Amphicar and always a sidecar.

I had a sidecar and always an Amphicar. (An Amphicar was a British-motored, 2 door car with propellers so also a boat.) A deal was and a trade was made. What with my Amphicar is another Thumper is still around and I get reports from friends so often that they’ve her somewhere.

I guess I can rationalize all of ways, but that was a great outfit. And I miss her.

and remarried and complete with a I have another project. An with a Ural (WWII sidecar. Not Thumper. But better.)

Pericoloso Sporgersi. Ne Pas Se Pencher Au Nicht Hinauslehnen.

Addendum. the has since made it on to the road. It is and insured and with some time and money will one day be

Far away is far away only if you go there . -O Povo,Fortaleza,Brazil



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