Annudder patch question
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RE: Annudder patch question
ORIGINAL: pococj
Cav, I was in Charleston back then. Used to ride or drive up to Charlottes some, especially for the EasyRiders swap meet. It got pretty hairy in some of the juke joints up there, and once we got stuck in the middle of a small war. Was not a good place to be. Seemed like every little town had an M/C, and the smaller the outfit, the badder they tried to be.
81 had a club house right off the interstate outside Charleston, and they usually kept pretty much to themselves. It got sorta strange for awhile after those Outlaws went down. Used to ride by the 81 joint and see armed guards patrolling the perimeter. Weird!
Charleston is where I learned a lotta ettiquite about bikers, and especially 1%ers. We weren't allowed to fly our patch inside the 81 area, which was Charleston, Dorchester, & Berkeleycounties, IIRC. We partied pretty hard, had each other's backs, and walked the walk, but there was always a certain line that wasn't crossed by unspoken agreement. The other side of that line was a completely different universe.
Later, I had the opportunity to cross that line;it no longer had that mystique, and I politely declined.
ORIGINAL: Cav
I don't know how enlightening this is, but this is a scan ofmy patch, worn '76-'79. I took it off because I was in Charlotte at the time and patches of any sort were problematic given the atmosphere immediatelyfollowing the "Fourth of July Massacre" ('79, as I recall, when 4-5 Outlaws were blown away in their crib). Those were hard times for riders....nothing like going to Hinson's H-D and being surrounded by people with magnums, any one of which might draw fire from any direction and you potentially in the crossfire.
It had no particular meaning in any circle in which I ever ran and I never heard of one proposed prior to this thread. We just regarded it as a sign of a high mileage, experienced (in multiple ways...a lot of us were VN vets) types. There was no such thing as RUB's in those days.
ORIGINAL: Alaska Bobber
Cav- Care to enlighten us to the Original "wilted wings" version? This is actually a good point to having this thread! I know that particular patch as one thing and really don't want to dis-respect or LOSE the heritage of the original meaning.
Don't leave us hanging.
Cav- Care to enlighten us to the Original "wilted wings" version? This is actually a good point to having this thread! I know that particular patch as one thing and really don't want to dis-respect or LOSE the heritage of the original meaning.
Don't leave us hanging.
It had no particular meaning in any circle in which I ever ran and I never heard of one proposed prior to this thread. We just regarded it as a sign of a high mileage, experienced (in multiple ways...a lot of us were VN vets) types. There was no such thing as RUB's in those days.
81 had a club house right off the interstate outside Charleston, and they usually kept pretty much to themselves. It got sorta strange for awhile after those Outlaws went down. Used to ride by the 81 joint and see armed guards patrolling the perimeter. Weird!
Charleston is where I learned a lotta ettiquite about bikers, and especially 1%ers. We weren't allowed to fly our patch inside the 81 area, which was Charleston, Dorchester, & Berkeleycounties, IIRC. We partied pretty hard, had each other's backs, and walked the walk, but there was always a certain line that wasn't crossed by unspoken agreement. The other side of that line was a completely different universe.
Later, I had the opportunity to cross that line;it no longer had that mystique, and I politely declined.
A popular hangout in Charlotte in those days was "The Smilin' Dog Saloon", and there were others. And if you needed more than, say, a quart of Pre-luxe, most would make the trip up to Stateville to deal with Don Tilley rather than with "Honest Ernest" Hinson, who took over the H-D dealership in Charlotte when Old Man Creech retired (Doug Creech had a distinguished racing record in several fields...and a good mechanic himself).
I quit riding for a few years after I sold my bike in late '79 to come out west and didn't start again until I restored a '79 FLH I found (for which I'd lusted when it was new, but didn't have the money). It's a different world today.
Gotta' run...on my way outta' town for the holidays....
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RE: Annudder patch question
ORIGINAL: Cav
Charleston, eh? That's where I got my first Harley...from an outfit called "Cycle Salvage"...it was a one year old, ragged FX being sold bythe girlfriend (who wisely kept the papers) of a guy who was thrown out of the Navy for the "good of the service". Six overs, king/queen throne seat right out of Jammers Handbook, and hideous bats on the tank and fenders in Emron paint (that I had to grind off with a wire wheel...it sneered at sandblasting). $2,200 less $700 for my Yamaha 500 in trade. Over a two year period I transmuted it into a pretty nice bike.
A popular hangout in Charlotte in those days was "The Smilin' Dog Saloon", and there were others. And if you needed more than, say, a quart of Pre-luxe, most would make the trip up to Stateville to deal with Don Tilley rather than with "Honest Ernest" Hinson, who took over the H-D dealership in Charlotte when Old Man Creech retired (Doug Creech had a distinguished racing record in several fields...and a good mechanic himself).
I quit riding for a few years after I sold my bike in late '79 to come out west and didn't start again until I restored a '79 FLH I found (for which I'd lusted when it was new, but didn't have the money). It's a different world today.
Gotta' run...on my way outta' town for the holidays....
Charleston, eh? That's where I got my first Harley...from an outfit called "Cycle Salvage"...it was a one year old, ragged FX being sold bythe girlfriend (who wisely kept the papers) of a guy who was thrown out of the Navy for the "good of the service". Six overs, king/queen throne seat right out of Jammers Handbook, and hideous bats on the tank and fenders in Emron paint (that I had to grind off with a wire wheel...it sneered at sandblasting). $2,200 less $700 for my Yamaha 500 in trade. Over a two year period I transmuted it into a pretty nice bike.
A popular hangout in Charlotte in those days was "The Smilin' Dog Saloon", and there were others. And if you needed more than, say, a quart of Pre-luxe, most would make the trip up to Stateville to deal with Don Tilley rather than with "Honest Ernest" Hinson, who took over the H-D dealership in Charlotte when Old Man Creech retired (Doug Creech had a distinguished racing record in several fields...and a good mechanic himself).
I quit riding for a few years after I sold my bike in late '79 to come out west and didn't start again until I restored a '79 FLH I found (for which I'd lusted when it was new, but didn't have the money). It's a different world today.
Gotta' run...on my way outta' town for the holidays....
Good ol' Cycle Salvage, lol. You could get some deals there if you knew what to look for, but if you needed a quarter to buy a clue, look out, yer gonna get a screw!
Bought a Bendix carb for my Dad's '78 FL fresh off an FX for $50. Watched the guy take it off in the parking lot, and put on a 38mm round bore Mikuni. I "inherited" 4 Honda 350 bikes, all in pieces, and with all the frames raked in a very butcherly sort of way. No papers on any of 'em, either. Shoved 'em in one of my brother's car trunks & back seat, rolled down to Cycle Salvage, and traded the whole lot for 1 38 Mikuni. Then sold the Mikuni to another brother, and bought a Lectron flat slide hi-perf carb from HD for my 77 inch XLCH.
Geez, I'm gettin' old! Enjoy the season.
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