Note the License Plate Frame...
Friday, January 20, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Anvil Machine is the name of a shop / blog / library of good shit run by our good friend Dean AKA 'Mother' AKA 'The Doc'
The reason we call him the Doc is because the man can fix ANYTHING on 2 wheels. He has a massive amount of knowledge about almost anything bike related - be it American, British / European or Japanese.
1st Day I met Dean I was relatively new to the motorcycle world. I was stuck on the side of the road, and he stopped his (completely rebuilt) BSA to give me a hand. He had me back on the road in 15 minutes and that, was that - he was off.
No thanks needed. Nothing.
Something he said to me that day has always stuck - He said - If you see a biker stuck on the side of the road - You stop. It doesnt matter what kind of bike it is.
That wasnt the last time he would help get my beloved piece of shit motorcycle home...
Dean is 1 of those people who doesnt say much - when he does choose to speak usually its a really dark / funny analogy for something you all noticed but didnt have the balls to say. Alternatively, its a really valuable nugget of bike / motor / frame knowledge that he has stashed away in the extensive library that is his brain.
Dean - I really value the help you have given me these few years - Cheers Mate.
Check out 'The Docs' blog here. ANVIL MACHINE
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
so it turns out im in town until Sunday when I fly out to London for my birthday
gonna meet up Friday in trannytown ataround 2pm for a ride
be there, dont be gay its been nice and dry
260 raymur ave
oh and fiddles look what popped up on my fagbook newsfeed whos that lurking in the background!? and who is the poor mans me beside you who is losing his mind
Thursday, January 5, 2012
I stumbled across this amazing collection of Race history and got in touch with the owner. Lisa was kind enough to offer up some back-story to her father and grandfathers history in racing here in Vancouver and over the border in neighbouring Seattle / Washington. All of the images here are posted with her permission.
You can see the rest of the collection here: Little Peppy's Racing Album
In Lisa Peppan's words:
My late father, Jack L. Peppan was known as Peppy. When Grampa was still alive, Daddy went by Little Peppy. Younger than that he was either "Tiny" or "Jackie". He was born in 1928 and died in 1997.
My late grandfather, Donald L. Peppan was known as Peppy right up until folks started calling his his younger son "Peppy", then he went by Big Peppy. He was born in 1895 and died in 1957.
Regardless of whose bike broke at a race, Grampa would repair it if he could. He always brought spare parts; if it was a Sunday race in the states, finding an open parts store was nearly impossible. Grampa and his brother Bill shared a love of motorcycles. Grampa's last bike was a 101 Indian Scout.
The Mud Run track --the one were the Seattle PI published a picture of Daddy pushing out of one of the deeper mudholes-- was owned by Grampa.
Grampa did a little bootlegging in the 1930s which I'm pretty sure was how he met Gramma (one of her brother and an uncle ran illegal alcohol between Vancouver BC and Seattle (Ballard) WA, and was Wallace Berry's body double in the 1933 Tugboat Annie. Oh and he made leather conveyor belts for Weyerhaeuser.