Nice story in the Duluth News Tribune, here:
Goldfine motorcyclist of the year honors
Mr. Goldfine, right, gets to know some of the riff-raff from our humble club. |
Mr. Goldfine, right, gets to know some of the riff-raff from our humble club. |
Test run of the custom made beer drinking table constructed of scrap wood reclaimed from the city dump. That's 'Merican ingenuity, right there, all right. |
Cool helmet; ugly bike. Of course, it was in the Ugly Bike Category. |
Very sweet vintage Honda, re-done top to bottom. |
Bad ass dash. |
We've seen this one before, but can't help taking pictures of it because it is so cool. |
Don't be hatin'. |
Didn't get the low down on this one, but probably the smallest bike at the show. |
Whatever happened to hookers and blow? Times are changing. |
Airhead. |
Good crowd turned out. |
Actually, a Benelli badged by Wards and sold stateside. See photo below.... |
And here is the entire bike in its original unrestored condition. L.A.Nik rode this bad boy in. We thought the helmet was cool, too |
This is what we're talking about, Willis. |
L.A. Nik, author, entertainer, the unofficial Mayor of Minneapolis and all-around Benelli lover, with some schmoe from the Ironworks Motorbike Club. |
The Red Wing Ironworks Motorbike compound within the Wild Hurst campground. Rob hydrating with a Fat Tire. |
Bikes muster at Our Place in Finland before going who the hell knows where. |
And this is what who-the-hell-knows-where looks like. But it's pretty cool |
Shawn of St. Cloud crossing a river whose name I did not get. |
Bikes with smaller tanks, like mine, benefit from a strapped-on gas can that sports a warning label from your mother. Don't play with matches, kids |
Honestly, Officer, there is a license plate under all that crud. |
Roadside repair to straighten out a bent gear shifter. Yes, tools are your best friend. |
Flat tire surgery in the field. Forty minutes later, this guy was back in action. |
Mutha... as in Dirty Mutha |
Mike, one of the group leaders, spies some illegal Canadians sneaking across the border. We let them pass; they had beer and smokes. |
Same picture as above, only without Mike. |
No idea what this is about. |
Out there, somewhere. |