Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Are You Going To The 2nd Big Mountain Run?


This year's Big Mountain Run through the Smokey Mountains of North Carolina, May 19 to 23 will begin with a party the night before at Wicked Willy Choppers in Taylorsville, North Carolina.

Then everyone will get up and ride 20 miles into Tilley's Harley-Davidson in Statesville to begin the two day Gypsy Tour through the Smokey Mountains, stopping the first night at the Wheels Through Time Museum in Maggie Valley.

"Wayne, the owner of Wicked Willy's has invited all of us attending the BMR ride that leaves Tilley's to come by his place the night before for a pre party with food, music and booze," said Chris Callen, editor of Cycle Source Magazine.

"He even has free camping for us. So, my group plans on being there about 6 p.m.on Tuesday May 18th, as long as the Canadians are on time this year!" said Callen. RSVP to let Wayne know how many guests to expect: Wayne@wickedwillychoppers.com or call him at 828-303-0422.

Want to know what's happening at the 2nd Big Mountain Run? 

House of Harley 17th Annual Spring Bike Show


Harley-Davidson Motorcycles, born in the USA in Milwaukee, Wisconsin


where you will find House of Harley-Davidson at 6221 W. Layton Avenue.


The House of Harley 17th Annual Spring Bike Show judged by the International Master Bike Builders Association (IMBBA) kicks off at 9 a.m. Saturday May 15, 2010.



The judges are Canadian Master Builder Bob McKay and Charlie Hadayia Jr., who is the director of product management for S&S Cycle.


Tuesday, 4 May 2010

The Green Monster and The Junkyard Genius

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Eric Johnson

Before I was even out of middle school, each and every weekend, I would sit next to my father in is pickup truck and we would drive - hauling a Chevy Nova with a 427 Cubic Inch powered Chevrolet Nova on a trailer - to Thompson Drag Raceway in Ohio. As a kid, I saw incredible things at this drag strip. I watched the greatest Top Fuel drivers of the era, including “Big Daddy” Don Garlits and his Swamp Rat dragster, go 200 miles per hour along the quarter mile.







I saw the superstar Funny Car drivers of the time – including my idol – Don “The Snake” Prudhomme (my mom still has a photo of me, at age 5, standing next to nitro burning Funny Car. I’m wearing striped pants, brown Buster Brown shoes and a Winnie the Pooh shirt.) The biggest race of the year at Thompson was the annual Fourth of July Pro Stock Meet where the nation’s top Pro Stock drivers gathered every Independence Day weekend to try and win one of biggest drag race meets of that period. Perhaps the strongest Pro Stock car of them all was the Gapp & Roush Ford Pinto. Owned and masterminded by Jack Roush, little did I know at the time that I was looking on at a greasy mechanic who would, years later, go onto create one of today’s elite NASCAR Sprint Cup teams. (In fact, three years ago, while working with NASCAR driver Boris Said, I sat in a hauler during a rain delay at Daytona International Speedway and asked Jack if he remembered Thompson and the Fourth of July meet. Roush seemed astonished that I even knew the race existed. When I explained that I had watch his team race there as an 8 year old, Jack was pretty lit up by it all).



But I digress…

The craziest, most insane, radical, mind boggling thing I ever saw at Thompson was the Green Monster. A man named from nearby Akron, Ohio named Art Arfons built and drove the F-104 Starfighter General Electric J79 17,500 lbf static thrust jet engine powered machine. Art was something a legend in his own time in Ohio as he was world renowned for setting land sped records at the Bonneville Salt Flats in Utah. From time to time, he would show up at Thompson and shake down one of his Green Monster contraptions before heading west to Bonneville.

One Saturday afternoon, when I was 10, I walked through the rocks and dirt that served as the pit area at Thompson. I was eating a hot dog when I saw it – the Green Monster - being wrenched on by Arfons and his crew. When I asked one of the mechanics if the car was to run later that night, he said yes and showed me around the monstrosity. Even now, at age 42, I can remember just how larger than life the care appeared to me.



Then, about nine hours later, the car was rolled out to the starting line and prepared to make a pass. When the time came and with the crowd, most members of it drunk on beer, gazing on in a collective stupor the jet engine was started. It took a few minutes, but it slowly wound itself up into a high pitch whine, built thrust, and a few seconds late and in an afterburner flash of fire and burnt JP4 jet fuel, the car lit up the entire sky and simply vanished. I can still remember the heat coming off of the car and my hair blowing back. My mind was blown. Art’s was about to be, too, as the car burned off its parachutes and couldn’t be stopped. The Green Monster shot off the end of the drag strip, through all the run off area, a pasture full of cows (seriously – that’s how far off the track the car shot, but I guess that can happen when you’re going 300 miles per hour with no brakes) and into the side of a white house. In what seemed like an eternity, an announcer over the public address system informed the crowd that Art was okay, but the Green Monster was completely destroyed. An hour later I watched on in both horror and amazement as the car, on a flatbed truck, was driven back up the drag strip and before the grandstands for the crowd to see. The Green Monster was no longer green. It wasn’t even a piece of machinery. It was so fucked up there was nothing left to even sell.



Art smiled and waved to the crowd. He looked happy. He looked like he was okay. He looked like he was insane.

The legend of Art Arfons…

Art Arfons' came from a family that operated a mill in Ohio. And it was in the Buckeye State where he initially honed his mechanical skills and strengthened his whacked-out ingenuity. After his junior year of high school, Art joined the United States Navy and fought in some gnarly ass battles at Guadalcanal. But he lived through it and duly came back home to Ohio where he and his brother Walt built the VERY first Green Monster.



The Green Monster was the name of several vehicles built by Art Arfons who was often described as a "junk yard genius". They were initially Dragsters and motivated by clapped out automobile engines, then by war surplus piston aircraft engines (Ranger and Allison V-1710), which were plentiful, durable, and cheap, then by jet aircraft engines. The jet powered dragsters developed into jet powered vehicles built to break the land speed record, finally a series of turbine powered pulling tractors.

The first "Green Monster" came in 1952. Several years and several iterations later came the most famous "Green Monster" was powered by an F-104 Starfighter General Electric J79 17,500 lbf static thrust jet engine with four-stage afterburner, which Arfons purchased from a scrap dealer for $600 and rebuilt himself, over the objections of General Electric and the government, and despite all manuals for the engine being classified top secret.

In 1963, the meanest "Green Monster" of all, a beat with the most powerful powerplant of its day - a General Electric J-79 jet engine boasting 17,500 horsepower with four-stage afterburner - was born.



The J79 was supposedly classified by the military, and yet Art Arfons drove to a Florida scrap dealer, paid $600 in cash and hauled away the damaged engine. “I didn't try to chisel down the price,” said Arfons. “I never said nothing, just gave him the money and we put it in the bus. Of course, I didn't even know at that point whether or not the engine would run.

"There was no sense in trying to straighten out the blades, so I just pulled them out. I figured the engine had more than enough power without them. A few days after I called General Electric, told them I had a J79 and asked them to send a manual.
"The guy said, ‘you don't have that engine. You can't have that engine.’ And I said, 'well, I sure do.' The next day or the day after that a Colonel from Washington showed up at the shop and said that's a classified engine and I can't have it. I said I bought it; and showed him my sales receipt.
The Colonel stomped out. Then I got a legal letter from the GE a real nasty letter saying the J79 was made for Marine and Air Force use and it should never be put in a race car."



Art Arfons ignored the officer and ignored the letter.
“The concept wasn't terribly sophisticated, but it worked. "I hung the engine up and built the car around it." That "Green Monster" set land speed records of 434, 536 and 576 miles an hour in 1964, in the blistering battle of jets.”
In 1966 Arfons returned once again to Bonneville, but reached an average speed of only 554.017 miles per hour. (891.604 km/h) On run number seven at 8:03 AM on November 17, Arfons crashed his vehicle travelling 610 miles per hour (982 km/h) when a wheel bearing froze. He subsequently built another Green Monster land speed record car, but sold it to California rancher Slick Gardner without ever driving it.



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Monday, 3 May 2010

European Stunt Freestyle Comp Chris Pfeiffer

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Run from urban action in Amsterdam - Sept. 15, 2007 - by Streetbike Freestyle rider, Christian Chris Pfeiffer

Myrtle Beach Bike Week - 70th Year Celebration


The 70th Myrtle Beach Bike Week is May 7 to 16, 2010 - at least that's the date set aside for the celebration in Murrells Inlet, South Carolina - one of the many beautiful beach towns in the crown of islands that welcome bikers!

Myrtle Beach Bike Week has been held since 1940, and until recent years, has drawn an estimated crowd of 300,000 to enjoy the mild weather, abundant restaurants and pristine beaches.

Inspite of the fact that neighboring towns favor the rally, Myrtle Beach -  the "crown jewel"  at the center - has made every effort to eliminate the rally.


Last year's hot spots included Barefoot Landing, Broken Spoke in Garden City, The Beaver Bar, SBB The Original and SBB Four Corners, H.B. Spokes, Harley-Davidson of Myrtle Beach and Harley-Davidson of North Myrtle Beach.

Biker-friendly businesses that have shut down since the economy took a nosedive and Myrtle Beach made its anti-rally stand include The Dog House, B&M Custom Cycles, Studebakers and Marti's Bar.

The Supreme Court heard two lawsuits against Myrtle Beach at the beginning of February, both of them asking the court to force the city to rescind its local helmet law because, they say, it supersedes state law.

The court's pattern is to issue its rulings on Mondays, which means it still could drop an opinion this week that would be in time to allow people to book rooms before the rally starts.

UPDATE: But no rulling was announced on Monday, May 3rd.

Last year, May room rentals were down to 32 percent occupancy in Myrtle Beach, a figure that is not likely to change in 2010.

State law says only people younger than 21 must wear helmets, but as part of its 14 ordinances targeting the May motorcycle rallies, Myrtle Beach decided everyone riding within city limits must wear one. The city also established "noise" check points and outside "loitering" ordinances that have caused rally goers and their friends to boycot Myrtle Beach, year round.

UPDATE: The SC Supreme Court has ruled in favor of the bikers and against the City of Myrtle Beach in regards to the City Helmet Law. The formal ruling will be released soon. - June 8th, 2010.

David Oreck Moves the Air

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via : the Airport Journals


"People often ask me, 'What's the relationship between vacuum cleaners and airplanes?'" says pilot David Oreck. "My answer is, 'Well, airplanes have to be strong, light, and dependable, and that's how we build our vacuum cleaners!'"
Born in Duluth, Minn., 81 years ago, David Oreck's name has been on a quality appliance of some sort in America for the past 40 years."Did I have a vision when I began?" he ponders. "My vision was to survive and hopefully succeed in some way."
Oreck says he started his business from scratch.
"In the beginning I was chief cook and bottle washer, a one-man sales force," he said. "I had one lady answering the phone in a small office in Rockefeller Plaza—a big address with a small office. I'd travel all around the country with a vacuum cleaner under each arm like Willy Loman in 'Death of a Salesman.' I thought, 'Well, they'll probably pick me up, dead, in the St. Louis airport or somewhere, laying on the floor with two vacuum cleaners beside me, and say, 'Who the hell is this guy?'"

Oreck said things gradually got better.

"I got started that way and, bit by bit, I worked hard and fortune smiled at me, I guess," he says with a softened humility. "Now, 41 years later, we're an 'overnight success.' Actually, it's what happens with a lot of hard work and just being tenacious. I very much agree with Winston Churchill; he said, 'Never, never, never, never give up.' You could call it stubborn, but the difference is: if you fail, it's because you were stubborn; if you succeed, it's because you were tenacious. I guess I'm tenacious."
Oreck served for over three years in WWII after joining the Army Air Force at age 18. Following his military service, he headed to New York City.


"Fools rush in where angels fear to tread," he reflects.

He began a job as a wholesale distributor and salesman with RCA. For the next 17 years, Oreck worked his way up to head all sales in the company, as consumers were introduced to revolutionary new products: black and white television, color television, the first automatic washer (a Bendix), the first microwave oven (a Litton), and, of course, vacuum cleaners. At the age of 40, he decided to strike out on his own.

"I had a lot of energy, a good idea, no money, and I started my own vacuum cleaner business," he said. "It was a lonely road, because I had something that was uniquely different. It was an eight-pound upright cleaner; other vacuum cleaners then weighed three times that amount. The only big problem at the time was my competitor told the consumers, 'Oh, Oreck's lightweight vacuum is no good; it won't work. It's too light; it's only a toy.'"



But he pushed on.

"I proceeded to sell to hotels on the basis that if it's good in the hotel industry, the public would then realize that eight pounds did not mean that it was light in performance or light in durability," he said. "And that's how it all got started."

Oreck products are not only famous for their high quality and long lifespan, but also for the service and friendliness of the over 1,500 employees and managers in over 600 stores nationwide.

"There's such a namelessness and facelessness to business," Oreck declares. "But people are people, and people like to communicate with other people; people like to know who they're dealing with, whom they can count on. From the beginning, I wanted people to know I was the fellow making the statement, 'This is my company; here's my telephone number. If you're not delighted with what you get, we're going to make it right. We'll fix it, change it, or give you your money back. We'll even go out and wash your car if it'll help!'"


Oreck's company-to-customer philosophy still lives on today.

"When the customer buys something, you carry it to their car," he said. "When the customer comes in and they have a vacuum cleaner for repair, or whatever, run out and get it and bring it in. People are impressed with the simple things. They're impressed with people who treat them nicely—people who treat them in a caring way and who are friendly and who give a damn."

Oreck is extremely proud his products are "Made in America."

"No where in the world can anyone get the opportunities we have in America," he said. "I feel keenly about supporting our country. I also believe we can control our quality by making our products here in America. We're so dedicated that the customer is satisfied. We bend over backwards. If we ship out something that isn't satisfactory, then we're going to get it back. Pay me now or pay me later.

"As a result, we have dozens and dozens of checks on a product before it goes into the box. There's no such thing as an Oreck vacuum going out and arriving, 'Dead on Arrival.' So, number one, we can control our quality by making it here in the United States. We don't have to ship it from Beijing to our shores. We can turn our production lines around or move onto a different model in a matter of hours. Lower inventories, greater turnover; problems are solved with a telephone call in a matter of hours."



Oreck said that large companies that are successful today all too frequently are arrogant and uncaring to their employees.

"That trickles to their customers," he said. "We have a corporate culture that begins within the company and, hopefully, begins with me and flows through to the customer. We have very little turnover at Oreck. We don't have mandatory retirement. I guess if we did, I'd be kicked out. It's a good company. If you treat your own people well, you can reasonably expect them to treat the customer very well. Our employees know that 'Quality is Job One,' to steal a line from someone else. And if you need a replacement part, you don't have to go to Timbuktu to get that part.

"Basically, America made me. I feel I owe something to America. And providing jobs to Americans for a high-quality, 'Made in America' product is one of my ways of giving back to the country that has made my success possible."

Oreck's factory is a 375,000-square-foot state-of-the-art facility in Long Beach, Miss., on the Gulf, near Biloxi, just outside the corporate offices in New Orleans. The public passes through on tours to get a first-hand look at all the products assembled at the Oreck plant.

Oreck's many unique TV and radio commercials, which fall into their own category of classics, have also helped introduce the public to a variety of products. One of the best remembered is the singing commercial that had Oreck exclaiming, "If you want me to stop singing, call this number." It obviously worked, because it sold lots of products, and presently remains in advertising's Hall of Fame.



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