Fall River

I'm listening to Jackson Brown's The Load Out. It is one of my favorite songs for sure, especially since he pays tribute to the techies, and to putting on a show - that makes all the difference to me.

I was writing earlier, keeping track of my life in ink, which is more solid than this can ever be, and I found I had to refill the pen, which I thought was worth documenting.

That's another one of those neat pictures, not in the aspect of how well its done, but in the thought of fountain pen and Waltham mechanical watch built to WWII troop spec. Also a good shot of my current journal with how I keep track of things when I'm not here.


OK So I had an interesting last couple of days. I sold the Norton, lock stock and barrel. Great guy, he's going to do her justice, he even has the title from 1968. He really dug it, drove all the way from NYC to pick it all up, and packed it all into a Honda Civic. Good stuff.

After that was done I rode out to Fall River MA where Vanson is located, they make some of the best leather jackets and racing suits in the country, and have for decades. While there (which I got kinda lost on the way, but I made it) I saw the old Matchless that I had so admired on my last two trips, it is the only Matchless I have ever seen in person, and while it needs some work, I would give one of my toes for it.


I picked up the jacket I had been looking for, which is 1950s spec Rocker classic style jacket. Doesn't vent like the other, but I found it to be cool enough while moving, thanks to the flap in front and the wide sleeves.


To illistrate what the classic Rocker's looked like, here's a good clip of some:


Not only do I like the look and the feel of the jacket, as well as the breeze with the flap open, and the warmth when it's all sealed up, but I like the time when they were worn, and what they symbolized, and who had them, and what they were doing with and on bikes. The jacket and its style suits the motorcycles that I care about.

After Vanson I decided at the very least that I wanted a good meal. A Diner was recommended, and that's exactly where I went. Bigger than the Boulevard by far, but the food was much the same, and while not as old, it was still quite something, and original to the 50s, not one of these new replica Diners (which I actually want one of)



From there I realized that I was both too tired to make the trip home, and ill equipped, I had left my regular glasses at the house, and it was starting to get a little dimmer, and with only my sunglasses...

...well I decided to find a cheap motel and spend the night. Well... I will let the picture of what I found in the room I rented for $50 speak for itself. Mind you I had no idea this was going to be in there, and considering it was 95 in there, the AC didn't work, and I was exhausted... well it just kicked ass.


There were also mirrors and black lights over the tub... and... over the bed. I got the feeling that not too many people stop in there just to sleep the night away and hit the road the next day.



Anyways, thats the tale, at least enough of it to make sense. Time to go inside and sleeP!