Driving back to work from lunch yesterday, I spotted this awesome old motorcycle being pulled by a GMC Suburban. Without giving it a second thought, I followed the driver for a couple blocks, hoping to pull alongside him and snap a photo of the bike at a red light. When I saw him pull into a mechanic’s lot, I soon followed.
The old man who owns this 1925 Harley was nice enough to let me take several photos of it, and from different angles and distances. Look at that original paint, and that patina. I assume it came from a barn here in PA. (When I asked the old guy where it came from specifically, he only said that he’d had it for quite awhile.) The mechanic who was cheerfully chatting with the bike’s owner when I pulled in told me the guy’s “a connoisseur” of vintage motorcycles.
I’ve been thinking about this thing ever since I saw it. Quite a thrill to see up close.
Just picked up these beasts after lugging them to the Lower East Side for their 30-year tuneups. Clockwise form the top, that’s a JVC RC-M70, a Rising 20/20 SRC-2015, and a Japanese model National (Panasonic) ナショナル Big Station RX-5350. The older attendant at the West Village parking garage where I snapped this photo before getting into my car smiled and asked, “Oh no, you’re not gonna play those here, are ya?”
“Old school!” his coworker added.
Photographer Lyle Owerko photographed these models and more for his book The Boombox Project:
I’d love to own one of the original prints, but they come with fine art price tags.
Earlier today I spotted these at the Timothy Oulton store in ABC Home in NYC. There were probably 30 of them in a barrel, but I picked out these four for their graphics. (Didn’t buy them; just photographed them.)
Today I picked up these great old post cards at an antique store in Easton, PA. The Native American was printed and sold in the UK, but never mailed. The vibrant red Wake Up post card has a cancelled penny stamp and a 1909 postmark on the back.
I’m in Vegas visiting my family, so early this morning I decided to drop by Counts Kustoms, a restoration shop that has its own show on the History Channel. (It turned out today was a filming day, so I didn’t go any further than this.)
Old episodes of Counting Cars take up about 30% of my DVR. But the producers are ruining the show for me by focusing on staged horseplay, rather than the informative but hijinks-free work that goes into restoration. And I just can’t stand hearing non-actors deliver “funny” lines fed to them by producers. Producer tinkering is the curse of every reality show I’ve ever enjoyed. (And thanks to aggressive product placement in shows like Counting Cars, American Pickers and Pawn Stars, I’m always expecting these non-actors to stop at a Subway for a refreshing and low-cost sandwich whenever anyone mentions being hungry.)