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Up the River

Posted in Uncategorized on June 17, 2018 by Pat Regan

I had a three day weekend so I packed up the new bike with my old gear and headed to Mills Norrie State Park near Rhinebeck, NY for a couple nights of camping. I titled the post “up the river” referring to the path I took. The actual term to be sent “up the river” came about as a reference to someone being sent to Sing Sing prison up the Hudson River from the New York City. The traffic leading to the George Washington Bridge out of the city was impossible so I took the Lincoln Tunnel and headed for the Palisades Pkwy. Getting out of the city can be so brutal sometimes it’s a wonder that I get out at all! I missed the entrance to the Pkwy and ended up down by the river. It was a good spot to check the gear. The old bag is being held at different points on the rear than when attached to the T100. The new waterproof Givi tank bag was a good fit too.

Knowing I would be getting to the campsite near dark, I grabbed some ribs at Barnstormer BBQ. Although I had a good hour to go, I wasn’t sure if there would be anything but gas station food once I got there. This BBQ joint is on Route 9W just north of Bear Mountain. It’s a good stop often frequented by bikers in the area. I also didn’t know what the fire pit situation would be like in the park. So, I wasn’t sure if I could even make a fire to cook. Rules vary.

As it turned out, there were no rules against fire and plenty of wood around. The campsite is just south of Rhinebeck NY. It’s at a campsite in Mills Norrie State Park. It’s located between the railroad tracks and the Hudson River. This is a time where living on the other side of the tracks is exactly where you want to be. Instead of the sounds of car traffic, emergency vehicles, and occasional urban mayhem, I hear crickets, frogs, and the gentle distant purr of a large tugboat pushing its burden. The deep constant hum slowly catches your ear then peaks like an idling 18 wheeler before gradually fading out into the distance. Then the aftermath sounds of an airplane cruises by. And finally, the distant sound of a screaming airhorn from a roaring engine is followed by the clicks of many cars a mile long. The train keeps rollin’ as I look up at the night sky.

Stars, satellites and lightning bugs. How I’ve missed packing the bike to maximum capacity, hitting the road, and going camping.

The morning was overcast. I was hoping the sun would break out early but from the looks of my satellite images, a large group of clouds was slowly drifting from the north.

A funny thing happened…Before I took off for the day. There was a bird whistling. It happened to be synced with my breathing. Every time I exhaled for a good 5 or so whistles I thought the sound was coming from my nose.

On my way out of the park, I saw this snapper.

It may have been a mama laying eggs. She didn’t flinch as I approached. It looked as though she had been digging with her hind legs. Anyway, I am guessing about laying eggs.

I headed north toward Hudson.


I wanted to see Olana.

Olana was the estate home of Frederic Church, one of the major players in the Hudson School of painting. Below is: Twilight in the Wilderness by Frederic Edwin Church.

I saw a special on TV recently about Olana. Church designed the place himself with multiple influences. It sits atop the mountain and overlooks the Hudson valley below.

The entire estate is beautiful. They only allow small groups to visit the interior of the home itself. I put myself on the waiting list before walking around the grounds.

Unfortunately, when I returned at the designated time. the tour was full.

I remember this type of plant from when I was a kid. I always dug the way it feels to the touch. It’s sort of like lush velvet.

So, if you plan on visiting Olana I highly recommend that you make reservations ahead of time. And if you are lucky the sun will be out because the details are colorful and plentiful.


After getting an early start, I was hungry and craving some coffee.

The only problem with motorcycle only parking is the oil spots. You might think you’ve sprung a leak, but chances are, it’s someone else’s oil on the ground.

In Hudson, NY there is an awesome motorcycle and coffee shop.

357 Warren St.  Hudson, New York 12534

Is it strange to see a waffle sign in a bike shop? Not in Hudson. BTW, the food was delicious.

I spoke to Ian who runs the place. He was super friendly and gave me a couple Google maps depicting some wicked local rides.

This Moto Guzzi was run over by a truck.

Along with your coffee and waffles, you can buy motorcycle supplies, apparel, or an entire motorcycle. I tried on the Gringo Helmet by Biltwell. I have their Bonanza helmet presently, but sometimes I think I should have a little something wrapping around my chin. It was a comfy helmet. Hope to get one soon.

I picked up a long sleeve shirt while I was there. It was a bit chilly this morning.

As I was leaving, this guy pulled up on a Confederate motorcycle. I saw these bikes at a bike show a few years back. They are crazy looking.

These bricks are the ruins of an old house on the Clermont estate. It was called Arryl House. It was phonetically named after the owner’s initials R.R.L. Robert. R. Livingston.

On part of the campus of Bard College is Montgomery Place.

Janet Livingston Montgomery purchased 242 acres in the late 1770s, shortly after the death of her husband, General Richard Mongomery who died in the Battle of Quebec during the Revolutionary War.

She had this Federal-style mansion built here.

The rear of the home overlooks this sloping hill that leads to the Hudson River.

The nursery.

The coach house.

From there I was off to my main reason for heading north. The Rhinebeck Meet 2018.

This event is held annually at the Dutchess County Fairgrounds in Rhinebeck, NY.

It’s a gigantic antique motorcycle show and swap meet.

The meet is filled with antique motorcycle parts vendors, motorcycles, and collectibles for sale.

There were old bikes everywhere. I was here on Friday.

It wasn’t very crowded. I was wondering if there would be more going on Saturday.

Being Father’s Day weekend, there is probably a lot of dad’s who can’t hang.

Every once in a while someone would zip by on a vintage machine

Here’s a real old Harley.

And a spruced up Knucklehead.

I could have had this ’66 Bonnie for the same price as my new T120.

These ROKON will climb over anything.

The 1939 Graham Paige Sharknose Coupe.

There was an older dude bugging out about this car as I was there. He told me there should be a chrome strip going from the hood all the way down the side of the car. He’s right. I looked it up. If you look a few ribs down from the hood ornament, you will see a gap. That gap should have a strip of chrome that travels back toward the rear.

He was telling me they only made them for 3 years before WWII.

Here is a picture with that chrome strip the guy was talking about. A bumper too.

The Zündapp is an old German bike.

Notice there is no chain on the sprocket below. I heard some guys saying that peddling was the way to kickstart the engine.

Here’s a 6 figure machine.

This one took quite a few kicks, but she turned over.

I saw this bike later in the day cruising some backroads.

These guys were deep in conversation discussing the part in the guy’s hand to the left.

This old Indian comes with a box of parts. For a mere $19,500, it’s yours.

This old Honda was more signs than bike.

Another ROKON.

This Indian Scout started up in two kicks.

After the swap meet, I rode around on some local roads.

I stopped by the Vanderbilt Mansion. Tours were closed for the day, but the grounds were still open.

This little groundhog started running right toward this fence when I approached. He totally clotheslined himself on the fence. It was pretty funny. His whole rear end went upside down and backward through that fence. He fixed himself as I approached to lend a hand.

This 65 room mansion is Staatsburgh. One of the great estates built during the Gilded Age.

I went to Hyde Park for some groceries before heading back to camp.

I bought some Chinese food, a bag of ice, and a bundle of firewood. As a family was passing me in the parking lot. The father said to his boy, “go ahead and ask him.” The kid wanted to know how I was going to get all my stuff to fit on my bike. To be honest I was wondering the same thing. I wasn’t sure if I had everything I needed in my tank back. Turns out, I did and was able to strap everything on safely.

Here’s a good look at the tank bag. I haven’t ridden with it in the rain, but it is supposed to be waterproof. Most tank bags have an external cover that has to be wrapped around the bag when it rains. So you have to stop and attach it. If the rain is sporadic it is a real pain in the butt. on and off, on and off. With this bag that will no longer be a problem. It unclips from the harness that wraps around the tank. The harness doesn’t exactly fit around the gas cap, but it is easy to adjust when filling up.

My first night camping was a Thursday. Now the weekend camping experience goes into full effect. When I took off this morning there was no one to my left or right. When I got back there was a young couple to my left. They were quietly seated in their chairs reading their respective books.

The big question was, who was showing up to my left? No one showed up for a while. A very large stand-up tent was set up and there was a tablecloth on the picnic table. So already I knew there was a woman in the group. That’s not a dig. Personally, I have never pulled out a tablecloth (except for the one I throw under my tent as a ground cover). However, I have always appreciated when the tablecloth is laid down on the table. 

Just after the sunset, an SUV pulled up and the sounds of women, children and a dog that sounded like a Mugwai from Gremlins began howling and squealing. One chick exploded as she exited the car. Fucks were screaming from the get go. I have no prob with fucks, but she was screaming fuck because she couldn’t find the fire starters! Then instead of talking to her friend still sitting in the SUV, she called her on the phone! No shit! She called her! They began to argue with the window open and her phone hooked up to the car stereo at full blast. The two hostile screaming chicks were amplified as they were inches apart. Wow!

Car Show

I headed south down Route 9 through Poughkeepsie when I noticed a car show sign on the campus of Marist College. Pure luck!

The show was in the grass along the Hudson.

This Mach I looks a lot like the one I had 30 years ago. Mine was a ’72, this is a “73.

Sitting in that car you would sink into the seats. That large front end seemed monstrous from behind the wheel.

This 1956 Ford Fairlane has had only one owner.

He had it restored to its original condition about 10 years ago.

What a beautiful machine.

1964 GTO: First year of production.

He’s just here for the HOV lane.

I took Route 9D for a little scenery, then hopped across the river into Newburgh. I flew down the Palisades again then back to the city. This time I did take the George Washington Bridge. I unpacked the bike and parked her. Triumph Brooklyn was having their grand opening party so I decided to take the ferry over there. Below is a new sculpture outside the new wing at NYU.

Parked in Williamsburg was this sweet Corvair.

Then the party. Triumph Brooklyn had a fully catered party. Open bar and food as well as a free raffle and giveaways. They even had a DJ and live music.

The floor lifted for the raffle announcement and other gifts were thrown about. I spoke to Jim, the owner and another guy who works there for a bit on my way out. Jim told me he just hired a genius in the service department. I’ll be taking Bonnie here for her future servicing needs.

Then I took the ferry back home. It was a great weekend.

On a separate note: This is the restaurant where Anthony Bourdain used to be the chef. It’s been closed for about a year and has sat unnoticed, until now. Take care, Mr. Bourdain.



Posted in Uncategorized on June 10, 2018 by Pat Regan

Today was the big day to take my new Bonnie on the open road. Time to get out of this clusterfuck of a city. Frank Ape was there on W29th Sreet to bid me farewell as he slam dunked some love.

Wow! It’s been a while. Taking a ride out of the city was liberating! As I rode north on the Palisades I was reflecting on the differences between this bike and my previous T100. My only rides previous to this were in the city. The city sucks. Riding in the city ain’t riding.

Something that came to mind was the footpegs. Now that I have a new bike I can feel confident. I realize how uncomfortable I was since that second footpeg snapped off going 75 in Utah. I feared putting my weight on the pegs after that. Every time I saw a bump coming or needed a swamp-ass adjustment, I was prepared for a snap! Always preparing myself to land safely on the seat was unnerving! There’s a lot of buckles in the road around here, so it was nice to lift my weight with confidence. The pegs are completely redesigned on the T120. I can stand tall again.

There were a couple minor adjustments I had to make in order to get comfortable in the beginning. The kickstand and the foot brake hug the bike a bit more than before. At first, the brake thing really bugged me. I really had a feel for my old bike and felt safe when crazy shit happened. I had that foot and hand brake thing down and had to use it often between potential road kill and taxi cabs lurching out in front of me. But as today rolled along, I became more comfortable with the placement. The kickstand is tight against the pipes. I continue to have to look down to get my toe on it.

But mostly, this bike is a dream. A 1200cc engine is a fun change. Especially when you are already doing high speeds and have to go faster to make a pass or something, This new Bonnie kicks ass! And it does it with a throaty sound. I like it!

The Motorcyclepedia Museum in Newburgh, NY is not to be missed! I have traveled all over the States and seen some great motorcycle museums. This one has been a mere 65 miles away and I had no idea.

Unbelievable! Motorcyclepedia! How is this name not mentioned consistently with Barber, Wheels through Time, and The National Motorcycle Museum in Iowa?

The Motorcyclepedia Museum In Newburg, NY is one of the best motorcycle museums I have been to.

This museum has a similar vibe to the National Motorcycle museum in Iowa. But this collection is even bigger. I was blown away!

The museum is made up of a few sections.

When you walk in, to your right is a variety of vintage bikes.

This is a pace motorcycle is for bicycle racing. The owners of this museum recently opened a bicycle museum in Newburgh as well. Here is an article on these unusual machines called pacing bikes or stayer machines.

You can see the bicycle behind this pacing motorcycle.

The size of this place was overwhelming.

Beyond this chopper is a tribute to Indian Larry.

This is Larry’s first Knucklehead.

It’s totally chromed out!

They had 4 Larry bikes and a video loop of people paying tribute to him.

It’s a very tasteful memorial.

Captain America leads you into a collection of choppers.

There are old posters, magazine and album covers, porcelain and neon signs saturated throughout the collection.


This one’s a Triumph.

Many shovels.

This engine is partially cut out. Pretty cool. Check it out.

KISS rocks the choppers!

Then there is a nice Big Daddy Roth collection.

Some Rat Fink merchandise.

I have a Rat Fink figurine signed by Big Daddy Roth himself!

His designs were outrageous!

The next room houses an assortment of vintage bikes.

This BSA was sweet. It has numerous logos of British Small Arms on the side of the bike.

Bob’s Knuckle.

Tail Wind Knuckle.

Some hill climbers.

The other half of the upper floor houses the Indian collection.

This entire half of the building is dedicated to Indians.

There is nothing like it.

My Great Grandma was a Koehler. Not sure of the spelling though.

Check out this smooth Indian scooter.

I remember seeing the guys from American Pickers finding a rusty one of these uni-wheels.

My thoughts on this ride:

If any backseat driving comes from the front seat, aggressively apply the brakes.

Long skirts slowly progressed to a higher level over time.

I laughed aloud a few times just because this place is mind-boggling.

Indians everwhere!

This Indian had big skis on it’s sides.

Then there’s a simple looking staircase with a sign that says there is more downstairs. Ahhhh! There is so much more downstairs!

Upon entering this motorcycle history abyss I was greeted by this old Cleveland.

Vincent’s knuckles are bigger than Harley’s.

There were beautiful bikes spanning more than a century.

This Triumph honors Steve McQueen’s bike from the Great Escape.

This 3-wheeler is the oldest running motorcycle in America! An 1897 De Dion Bouton Tricycle.

There were tiers of Harleys along the wall. In front is a radical snow machine.

These Hogs were lit up. Super pimped out!

Mannequins are generally freaky in dioramas and displays. This one represents a woman who poured cement into her boots and jumped her bike into a river as a stunt. She sunk and died. Many think that was her intention.

A large opening brings you into a huge exhibition space.

There are two Wall of Deaths in this giant space. And on the wall are some of the bikes that rode those vertical walls.

It’s an amazing museum. A must see visit for anyone with an interest in motorcycles!

Some props outside made for a good photo of the new bike.

Also in Newburgh is one of George Wahington’s Headquarters during the Revolutionary War. I had been here before but it was always closed. This time the gates were open,

Unfortunately, I missed the last tour of the day by 10 minutes.

I was able to look at two rooms with some artifacts. These are parts of the Chain and Boom. They would be linked together across the Hudson River to prevent British warships from traveling upriver.

Along the Hudson.

From the river, I headed to the top of Bear Mountain. The city’s skyline was visible along the horizon just to the left of my headlight. I spoke to a fellow Bonnie rider up there for a bit. A lot of bikers ride to this spot on a nice day.

The sound of the bike roared as I twisted the throttle and downshifted along the side roads off Seven Lakes Road. I like this sound coming from my bike. It has a nice purr when cruising along, but when you want to move, this bike lets people know you mean business.

I realize there is a lot more to say about the T120. All in good time. This most important thing I can say with conviction right now is, I’m gonna like this bike.

We’re Back!

Posted in Uncategorized on June 7, 2018 by Pat Regan

Hello! It has been a while!

Reason being…I had to say goodbye to my 2009 T100.

After over 82,000 intense joy filled miles through 48 states, this green beauty retired.

I traded her in for the new 2018 Triumph Bonneville T120! I would have loved to keep her. If I had a house with a place to put her, I would have kept her. But for now, I am a city guy. Living in NYC makes having two bikes impossible. I tried finding a cheap storage space outside the city where I could keep her, but it just wasn’t practical. I’m going to miss that bike.

In retrospect, this blog is a massive tribute to the great adventures my T100 provided. It is phenomenal how reliable that bike was for a solo rider throughout the United States. It will be fun to reflect and look back on the many journeys for years to come.

Now, a new chapter begins! I am looking forward to many more fantastic rides!

Today I had to go way out in Queens to a meeting for work. So I took my new Bonnie out for her virgin ride since returning from my original pick up. While out there, I returned to the place where I bought the bike. The reason I returned is that my inspection sticker flew off on my way home from picking her up. I went back to get a new sticker. Otherwise, I don’t feel any need to return there. My experience wasn’t that great. I’ll explain later.

After my work meeting, I rode to Welling Court in Queens. I have been here before but today is a little different. And below is the brand new 2018 Triumph Bonneville T120.

Presently artists are out there putting up their new murals for the 2018 celebration this coming weekend. This Saturday, June 9, 2018, from 12pm-8pm will be the Welling Court Mural Project, full of art, music, food, and community.

Below Sinned puts up a new piece.

Every time I have visited this place previously there was some type of obstruction in front of this wall. It was nice to see it in its entirety.

I am not sure who these guys are, but I like the work.

I spoke with Joel Artista who is doing a mural with two other artists down the block. Here he is with his funky fish car.

These guys were putting up a wicked piece with a Yankees theme down the street from last years RWK mural. Chris RWK and his crew haven’t updated their wall yet.

After seeing Welling Court it was time to pay a visit to the all-new Triumph Brooklyn!

I would have been happy to buy my bike from these guys, but I wasn’t sure when they were going to open, (they opened on May 22). I mentioned that I had tried to contact them and was miffed that no one had returned my inquiries in a regrettable somewhat snooty Facebook post I left on their site. I was sick with a wicked cold and fed up with the Gold Coast shop where I had just gotten my bike. So I made a comment. The guy from Triumph Brooklyn responded with kindness and mentioned that we had a mutual friend. I ate some humble pie and started an online conversation with Jim who owns the new shop in Brooklyn. I apologized for my pissy post and then deleted it.

Today I would go to the shop and meet Jim face to face. He couldn’t have been nicer. We had a laugh about the Facebook bullshit and a good spirited meeting. And the shop is a beauty! I entered through the large garage door opening and looked around a bit. As I was checking out some of the bikes, one of the guys in the shop asked me to step back. I had to step back because the bikes I was checking out were actually on a platform that served as the roof of an elevator!

The entire floor began rising up with 5 bikes atop exposing the service area below. When I was researching this place I looked at the facade on Google maps. I was curious where they worked on the bikes. Space is limited in this city and they managed to find a genius way of getting the bikes down below for servicing. Jim introduced me to his service guy Anthony. My new bike was idling a little low. It had stalled out a couple times. I know I have to take the bike out and really open her up and break her in. But Anthony said he would be happy to hook her up to diagnostics and make adjustments to the idle if I want to stop by tomorrow.

I have to admit I am sceptical of many bike shops. I have delt with some shady places. I am no mechanic and with the new Bonnie so dependent on electronics, I am going to need help with maintenance more than ever. I left Triumph Brooklyn feeling good. This shop looks like a class act for sure. I will confidently be taking my bike there for my future servicing needs.

Triumph Brooklyn will be having their Grand Opening Party on Saturday, June 16, 2018. The location is 105 Metropolitan Avenue in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn just a couple blocks from the East River. Check it out!

As for a review of the new T120, I will save it for another day. I really do want to take her for a long ride where I can and really twist that throttle and push her limits. Welcome to a new era!

As for the old era…my T100 will be missed. But all I have to do is come to this site and relive the many magic moments.

Here’s the story…

Posted in Uncategorized on September 17, 2017 by Pat Regan

I haven’t posted a thing for quite some time. A guy I met at Tail of the Dragon many years ago left a comment today asking if I was OK. Yes I’m OK. Thanks for asking Terry.

Sometimes life gets the better of you and you neglect to take the time to spend on things you enjoy. That has been true of my riding this season. I’ve been out and about in the city now and then, but the truth is Bonnie is getting old. She is 10 miles from 82,000 on the odometer.

This Spring I took the bike to a shop in Brooklyn that I had never been to before. Brooklyn Moto is a small shop in Williamsburg that specializes in newer Triumphs and Ducati’s. It’s a cool shop. Good people and a hairless cat.

Then a short ride around Queens.

Keeping things local, I visited a few spots in Queens to check out some street art. Above is Robots Will Kill’s new mural at Welling Court.  I posted something about Welling Court last year, but the murals change annually.


A building on the corner of 43rd Avenue and 21st Street has been covered recently by street artists. It is reminiscent of 5 Pointz which used to be located about a half mile away. 5 Pointz was a mecca for artists from around the world.

This new location is completely covered on 3 sides.

Aside from a few rides now and again and riding to work occasionally I just haven’t been on the bike much. But I usually keep a camera in my pocket and snap a shot when I see something interesting. The dude on the right has that fire extinguisher handy.

I went to Florida in April for a week. Saw a few cool things.

They have an area in Miami called Wynwood Walls. It is covered for blocks with awesome art and graffiti.

A gallery in Wynwood Walls had a bike painted by CRASH.

Besides the art and bikes there was a cool car show in Deerfield Beach.

Seeing these vintage beauties with a backdrop of palm trees and the ocean was a real treat.

The guy who owns this station wagon also has a cool bar in Ft. Lauderdale. It’s called the 4:30 Boardroom Bar. They don’t have a website, but you can witness some of the antics that go on there if you click the link. They have car shows every Saturday and monthly bike shows in the parking lot outside. It’s a fun place! I recommend it!

After a quick week in Florida, it was back to work.

My favorite band from Sturgis came to NYC. Mothership rocks!!!

I’ve seen these guys numerous times at Sturgis. Mothership is a Texas-based rock n roll band with a solid sound like Sabbath. These two below are brothers, Kelley and Kyle. Along with their drummer Judge, they blast out the heavy sound.

It was a tough work year and this year it would be followed by teaching summer school as well. In fact, I will probably be teaching summer school for the next three years. That is a difficult thing to accept considering the many epic adventures I will have to postpone for another day. A couple Sturgis buddies got in touch recently. One before the rally to see if I was coming and another called after the rally to see how I was cause he didn’t see me there. Gonna miss that place.

When summer school was over I was able to take a trip overseas. I went to Paris and London.

I thought I would rent a bike while I was over there, but I was visiting my dad and ended up spending a lot of time with him.

I often get strange looks while I am crouching over a puddle taking this type of picture. A homeless guy grunted, growled and yelled at me in French as I took the picture above. And after taking the photo below, I was briskly escorted beyond the gates of Parliament by cops armed with machine guns. They were calm but curious about what I was up to. After taking my camera and having a look, the head cop smiled and said, “Well that’s clever, isn’t it. Carry on.”

This spot below is the location for Bob Dylan’s Subterranean Homesick Blues video.

After a weekend in London, it was back to Paris.

And after Paris, it was back to work.

With my bike nearing retirement, I am seriously considering getting the new Bonneville T120. Or maybe something vintage since I won’t have time for extended journeys for a while.

Hmmm. Just a thought.

Winter 2017

Posted in Uncategorized on March 26, 2017 by Pat Regan

Winter. Never a great time for riding in the Northeast.

As a result, I haven’t had much to say lately. It’s not that nothing has happened, it’s just been slow.

The International Motorcycle Show came and went.

There really wasn’t anything exciting or different this year. I have to say, I like my insurance company. Progressive has taken care of me on a couple occasions where I had an accident. But at the bike show, the advertising is a bit over top. Speaking of over the top, I did enjoy this stunt show.

I had often heard the stunts shows going on in the background at previous events, but this was the first time I went over to have a look. The low ceiling made it exciting. As they got farther away from the floor they increasingly got closer to the ceiling. Pretty cool!

A clean shaven Makoto Endo was there again making his chopstick paintings.

Sometimes there will be some great vintage bikes or something new from one of the dealers that really gets me. But with few exceptions, this year was rather dull.

I was hoping Triumph would show off their new bobber this year but they were absent as they have been a few times in the past. The guys from the Manhattan Triumph dealer were there but they were promoting their Ducati line.

The International Motorcycle Show takes place in the Javits Center.

The Governor was talking recently about expanding this place, so who knows what it will look like in the future.

I guess the planned change is to keep up with its surroundings. Next to the convention center is Hudson Yards. There are monstrous plans to develop this area into a city within the city. They’ve already extended the subway to get here.

Below is how it should look upon completion.  The Javits Center is the short wide building just above the big pier. The surrounding buildings are in the process of being built. The pier itself is the car pound. So if you ever visit this city and can’t find your car where you left it, check with these guys before reporting it stolen.

That line of green winding around the building to the right of the pier is the Highline. The Highline is an old elevated train line that has been converted into a park. The Northernmost entrance is just across the street from Javits Center. Since it was way too cold to ride on this day, I took a walk on the Highline on my way home. I used to play on these railroad tracks when I was a kid. Back then there were no ramps, stairs, or elevators to take you there as there are now. We had to get into a building called Westbeth, go up to the 4th floor roof, then repel down a rope to get to the tracks. Good times.

Nowadays, the Highline is all cleaned up with wooden and cement walkways taking you from 34th Street across from the Javits Center all the way down to Gansevoort Street some twenty plus blocks to the south where it exits before the new Whitney Museum in the heart of the old meat market. Along the way are spectacular views and public artwork.

This strange looking camera periscoped from the dead winter grasses to surveil the area. One is accustomed to being on camera when you live in the city. Maybe everywhere! It must be tough for kids to get away with good ‘ol Tom and Huck mischieve these days! They are always being watched. I am not sure if this camera above was for art sake or security.

Back to motorcycle related stuff. I had been waiting for a work of art I purchased soon after Sturgis this Summer. This year at the Buffalo Chip’s annual Motorcycles as Art show was a tribute to Richie Pan. As part of the show there was this painting by George “The Painter” Frizzell.

Once I got home from my trip I saw that George was selling prints of this painting. I got in touch with George and ordered one. Then I waited. And waited. After a while, I saw George was selling an unfinished painting of a Knucklehead engine. I liked it! So instead of waiting for the print, I saw an opportunity to own an original! I got in touch with George and we considered the price of the print as the downpayment and I could send him the difference for the Knucklehead. Yes! Then I waited. And waited. After speaking to George I wasn’t worried, it would get here when it gets here.

Christmas came and went.

Then finally, wrapped in bubble wrap within a collage of boxes from various consumer goods, the painting was delivered. It now hangs on my mantle between the Darren McKeag helmet and a Triumph gas tank. I already had an old wooden frame that fit the painting perfectly. Below the newly hung painting is a smaller Knucklehead engine I painted.

I have admired George Frizzel’s work since I first saw his paintings at a show in the old Broken Spoke Saloon back in 2011. Below is a self portrait of George riding his bike Leaky. I am very psyched to have an original painting by Mr. Frizzell.

Riding for me has been brief and intermittent. At times that was due to the weather. But to be honest, the bike needs work. Like me, it’s getting older and is need of maintenance. We both need a check up. But I have gotten out for a few rides.

I zipped over to Brooklyn one day.

I hopped up on the sidewalk for this shot in front of the RWK piece.

I recently picked up a work of art I bought, designed by one of the artists from the collaboration piece above. Chris RWK  designed this skateboard.

I continued riding around the Williamsburg area of Brooklyn.

I stopped to get a bite to eat at his little cafe on 15th Street. It’s called the Lot Radio at 17 Nassau Ave right down the street from Indian Larry’s shop. It’s actually an independent online radio station live streaming 24/7 from a reclaimed shipping container on an empty lot in NYC. But beside the radio station it’s a decent cafe and will soon be serving beer and wine.

I zipped back home from Brooklyn. One of my cables beneath my fly screen started screaming like a steam whistle. It seam to happen periodically. Like I said we need a check up.

I took a short ride yesterday. Bonnie is riding pretty good, but those heads haven’t been cracked open in a while and there are other minor fixes to be done before I’d feel comfortable taking her for a long ride. Soon she’ll be in the shop before the great weather is upon us. Other than that it has been a quiet winter. I did meet Roger Waters one evening. It has nothing to do with motorcycles but it sure was cool!



Bushwick Collective 2016

Posted in Uncategorized on December 4, 2016 by Pat Regan

Today temperatures were holding at about 50, so I’m keeping to the street art theme and taking a ride to Brooklyn. I crossed the Williamsburg Bridge and headed toward Bushwick. Along Metropolitan Avenue I spotted some old work of an artist I know. That bunny is the work of Adam Dare. I have a small painting of his on my living room wall. He just got hitched, so Congrats Adam!


After turning off Metropolitan onto Varick things get pretty industrial. I passed this monstrosity built to keep the salt dry. It’s a surreal site to see in the city.


I was looking for a particular neighborhood but I overshot it. On the way, I saw a nice piece by Buff Monster.


After taking the scenic route I doubled back to the Bushwick Collective. The Bushwick Collective is an artist community as well as an outdoor art gallery of incredible street art. Troutman Street and the surrounding area have buildings with wicked walls painted top to bottom.


If you were to look up from the etched letters in the sidewalk just above my tank, you would see this piece by Wellington Naberezny Sipros.


Further down Troutman the same artist painted Albert Einstein. He painted a Salvador Dali in my hood.


Don Rimx does beautiful murals as well.



Corner of Troutman and Wykoff.


On the opposite corner is this large mural by D*FACE.


This one extends to the sidewalk.




This wall of faces is the work of Phetus.


Brooklyn artist Beau Stanton painted this. This is a small cropping of a long wall painting. His work is off the charts cool. Recently he is working on mind blowing mosaics. Check it out!




Lola Blu.


Love Notes NYC.


On my way out of the Troutman Street area this 54 Chevy pulled up. Sweet.



I rode around a little more on the other side of Flushing Avenue where I discovered another Giz mural at the end of Stewart Avenue.


Around the corner on Randolph Street was this piece by Meres.


This Nychos mural is right down the street.


Turn the corner again and you’ll find Joey Ramone by Space Invader.


As I headed home I took the Williamsburg Bridge back into Manhattan. My gas light came on right before getting on the bridge. I should have quite a few miles to go once that light pops on but something is wrong. I hung a right on Norfolk and saw this Kenny Scharf piece. I ran out of gas about 6 blocks later.


Next week is the International Motorcycle Show at the Javitz Center. Doug Danger is supposed to be there promoting Mustang seats.


October and November 2016

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 13, 2016 by Pat Regan

I like to get at least one post a month on here, but man I’ve been busy. Besides teaching art to students with special needs for the last 25 years, I have been taking graduate classes in order to get a salary bump. It ain’t easy going back to school when you are over 50. But there you have it and here I am. One of the classes I took recently dealt with the art of the streets. This is the art I see on a daily basis riding around in NYC like this mural below by Tristan Eaton on Mulberry Street.


I have talked about and promoted numerous motorcycle artists on this blog. Artists like Darren McKeag, David Uhl, Danial James, George Frizzell and the late Richie Pan have been really influential for me these past few years. And being able to meet some of them or see their work during my travels has been a pleasure. Recently I have made a few art purchases. I have a print and a helmet (which I cherish) by McKeag. And I am still awaiting a print from George Frizzell. C’mon George!

Anyway! While studying for this course about street art, I went to some of the direct sources instead of just sitting on my ass and doing internet research. My first journey was a quest for 2 artists. 3 artists actually, being that Os Gemeos is the work of twin brothers, Otavio Pandolfo and Gustavo Pandolfo. Os Gemeos actually means twins in Portuguese, the brother’s native language in Brazil. Below is a huge mural by the brothers on 2nd Avenue.



Os Gemeos are a prolific team. Their body of work is tremendous for young artists just over 40. While continuing downtown, I was actually looking for a mural by the artist CRASH when I found another Os Gemeos piece. The work on the right is theirs. The figures beneath the eyeballs are by André, a Swedish artist. Someone else pasted the eyes on top. There is also a fantastic Os Gemeos show at a gallery in Soho. I’ll show you later.



During my continued quest for CRASH, I had to pose with POSE on Lafayette Street.



One last stop at the Buff Monster and I will get as close to a CRASH on my motorcycle as I care to.


Just around the corner on Broome Street is this recent mural by CRASH. It’s a collaborative piece between CRASH and some other artists.


There is another CRASH collaboration nearby on Bleeker Street near the old CBGB’s. When it comes to street artists, CRASH is special because he dates back to the glory days of subway art. If you are interested you can read an illustrated report I did about CRASH for the class I mentioned.


It was a nice day, so I rode around LES (Lower East Side) a bit. On Avenue C is the entire alphabet wrapping around a building to E12th Street done by the group Green Villian based out of Jersey City.


Parked across the street was this awesome van done by Big Doves. Art in NYC is everywhere!


I got inspired to pick up the paintbrush myself and have a go at it.


It felt good to paint again, but my quest for finding quality street art was not over. In Queens, there is a small L-shaped street called Wellington Court. For years world-renowned street artists have been decorating the walls of this area with magnificent pieces.




I hadn’t realized until I arrived that CRASH had a piece here with his old partner DAZE!


The whole neighborhood is filled with great work.




Estaban Del Valle and Fumero (below respectively) both had work whitewashed from the walls of 5 Pointz.




This canine below is by Eelco.


I like Kid Lew’s work (below).



Ramiro Studios does great work.


Rubin 415


Sinned NYC is the work of Dennis Bauser.


I think Too Fly may have been whitewashed at 5 Pointz as well.


I have recently seen City Kitty about town. Very cool paste-ups.


Ellis Gallagher sprays these Scharf like characters, but he also does these great shadow outlines around bicycles and objects in NYC.




Brian Life does some wicked work.



Python, Meres, Marthalicea & Panic blasted a bit of social commentary with this collaborative piece called Original Gentrification. The left half was behind a truck.


These talking lightbulbs are the brainchild of Meres. Meres once ran the graffiti collaborative at the famous 5 Pointz in Long Island City before the building was whitewashed and demolished. I bumped into Meres on 4th Street the other day at 212ARTS, a great graffiti art gallery.


Below is the collaborative work of Chris RWK and Veng of Robots Will Kill.


Here is a portrait of Veng. Besides doing street art, Veng paints birds as Herb Smith.


Here is a self portrait of Chris RWK. Chris has been doing daily drawings lately that often pack an emotional or social statement in with one of his iconic characters. Check him out on Instagram.


Chris RWK has another piece around the corner.


And soon Chris RWK will have a piece in my living room. I recently went to a show at the Fillin Global gallery where graffiti artists designed skateboards and I bought the one Chris designed. Since Chris RWK included a wall painting next to the board, I told them they can keep it up until the show comes down.


And with the continued inspiration, this is how that painting I was doing is coming along.


Earlier I said I would show you the OS Gemeos show. Funny thing is, before while looking for a CRASH mural I found Os Gemeos. This time I was looking for a gallery with an Os Gemeos show and found a CRASH show at JoAnne Artman Gallery.



To give it some scale, here’s a selfie.





Right down the street from the CRASH show was OS Gemeos at Lehmann Maupin Gallery.


These twin brothers are remarkable. They created numerous ethereal environments within the gallery.


Each room brings a new feeling and dazzles the senses with color, movement and music.



Some pieces captured the old days of subway art and break dancing to old school hip hop.


On the passing train in the painting below is an homage to LEE and FUTURA (pioneer graffiti artists of 80’s subway art).




I hope you enjoyed a little local flavor from the NYC street scene.

The Brooklyn Invitational Custom Motorcycle Show 2016

Posted in Uncategorized on September 26, 2016 by Pat Regan

Before I get to the Brooklyn Invitational, may I say how pleased I am to be able to see this beautiful helmet every day! I bought this helmet as described in my last post. Live Fast, Take Chances. I love it! Thanks to the folks at Indian Larry! And a big thanks to Darren McKeag for creating this work of art. And once again congratulations to Darren and Missy who were married this past weekend.


All of these events, from the Motorcycle Film Festival, to the Indian Larry Block Party, to the Brooklyn Invitational have been great! If you haven’t been to Sturgis, then you don’t know about the illness that comes with it. Post Sturgis Depression can hit hard. These events here in NYC are good medicine to heal the summertime blues and ease you into the seasonal change.

Now off to the Brooklyn Invitational Custom Motorcycle Show at Root Studios.


What the heck! We took the ferry again! Hopefully Bonnie will understand.


Besides…Bloody Mary’s and riding don’t mix.


There’s this new thing taking place on the walls of buildings all over Williamsburg. The walls of the neighborhood buildings are quickly being covered with hand painted advertisements. They are everywhere. I love the art of the streets and these do fill the hood with color, but I am not sure I like corporate america taking the canvas of the streets as their own.


When we turned onto 14th street, bikes were lined up for blocks.



This old pick up was parked outside the Gutter.


The bike below raised an eyebrow! It is made to look like a rough and rugged, road trippin bike. It has the blanket over the seat, the rolled up duffel with an extra blanket and a fire extinguisher. But upon closer inspection, this bike looks like it was just backed out of a van and placed here. Those tires have never hit the road and that chain was pristine like the pipes. WTF!


Where there are cool old bikes, there are cool old cars. Although I am sure that guy behind the wheel would correct me and say, “It’s a truck!”



Well this is not a truck.


Over at Works Engineering they were hauling their bikes back into the garage.



Below is another example of the hand painted ads I spoke of earlier. Like I said, they are everywhere!



I had a great shot of the Eat Shit chopper pulling up last year.


There were bad ass bikes everywhere! All kinds!








And Shovelheads!


Both sides of the street were lined with bikes.









Although the bikes outside were numerous and impressive, it was inside that the actual show took place.


The studio was filled with many well crafted machines for the 8th Annual Brooklyn Invitational Custom Motorcycle Show.








In the center studio there were bands. And in the far studio there were vendors and tattoo artists applying their trade.


By the time we got back outside, it was getting dark.



It’s fun to watch the procession of bikes as they roar by.



Some hopped on and turned their engines over with the click of a starter.


Others pushed downhill for kick start.


The results were the same, bikes were thinning out as the sounds from twisting throttles echoed in the distant streets.



It was another fun day in Brooklyn!



It was time to catch the last forking ferry and go home.


The Indian Larry 13th Annual Grease Monkey Block Party

Posted in Uncategorized on September 24, 2016 by Pat Regan


Last Saturday was the Indian Larry 13th Annual Grease Monkey Block Party!


As this day would include tasty beverages, I left the bike parked on my island and we took the ferry to Brooklyn.


Before the block party we went to Café de la Esquina on Wythe Street and filled the belly with goodness.




Then on to 15th Street for the festivities. Actually we entered on 14th Street through the back of Indian Larry’s shop.


The streets are lined with bikes from Larry’s shop along with many vintage beauties.


Endo Makoto was on hand to do his remarkable chopstick paintings. Here he is painting an Indian Larry bike.



We bumped into this dude Kenny who we met the night before when he had just pulled up with his track racer on the back of a pick up truck. img_185454l

Kenny was at the block party promoting vintage motorcycle track races, the Appalachian Moto Jam and his site The Moto Jam looks like fun! It takes place October 8th in Cuddlebackville, NY.





Besides the many motorcycles, there are always some vintage 4 wheeled machines about the neighborhood.



While cutting through Indian Larry’s shop to get to 15th Street we saw Bean’re’s bike parked in the garage. This is a huge motorcycle! Bean’re is a bigger than life character in the bike world.


Bean’re was selling a couple books he wrote. I got his bio and am presently reading it. I have read enough to know Bean’re’s first bike was a Triumph!


And here’s the Bean’re boots! They are proportionately sized with his bike. Bean’re lives large.


Meet Timo and his nut sak. He was set up next to Bean’re. He rolled down to the block party from across the border to the North. In Canada he makes these waterproof duffles called nut saks as well as other leather goods.


This is Timo’s shop Mad Squirrel Leather.


Here’s a look inside Larry’s shop.


While in Larry’s shop we met Gloria Struck and her daughter Lori. Gloria is 91 years old and still riding to Sturgis and Daytona from her home in New Jersey. She has been riding since 1941!


This October Gloria will be inducted into the AMA Hall of Fame!


Gloria has ridden all 48 states numerous times as well as travels throughout Europe. Below is a photo I grabbed from the net of Gloria posing with David Uhl and a painting he did of her as a young lady. She is a super sweet and laid back lady.


I saw this guy in the blue shirt passing by. I said, “Hey! Aren’t you the guy who gave a bike to Mothership at Sturgis?” Indeed it was! Meet Mike from Chop Machine Cycles.


At Sturgis Mike rolled the Sportster he built on to the stage. He had just won the custom Sporster contest. Then Mike gave the bike to the band! What a blast! Mothership fucking rocks and the addition of “White Chocolate” made it an even wilder time!





Looking in NYCMC. New York City Motorcycle is on 14th Street.


I flipped out when I saw the Evel Knievel stunt cycle. The owner Larry then took it outside for a demonstration. Nice! I hadn’t seen mini Evel ride since the seventies!


Outside of NYCMC.


Back to the Block Party! More bikes.





And Rock n Roll! This old dude was swinging around a tomahawk and having a swell time.


Finally after a long, fun filled day it was time to go home.


It was a great day! But there’s more! One thing I haven’t mentioned yet and it comes with a story.


I used to paint signs. I worked for a guy named Jaime. He was a master of the brush stroke from Guatemala who came to New York, fell in love and married a Scientologist. I’m not sure how they didn’t see it, but that marriage didn’t turn out well. That was an underlying drama going on at the time, but for me it was a fun time. Before I met him, Jaime used to hang from scaffolding to paint giant billboards in Times Square. Now he was on his own and he took me on to assist him. This guy Gottlieb (who owned half of Greenwich Village) let us use one of his buildings on Little West 12th Street. It was a huge 12 story building with a car elevator. When Jaime was having marital problems he would sleep in a van parked within the building. We went around the Village door to door soliciting for signs. We did good business. We ended up painting many signs around the city. In fact at one job on 9th Avenue and 44th Street, we were doing a job for a photography shop and right there on the street I painted my first car flat black with a paint brush. It was a 1971 AMC Matador I bought for $300.


I could park my car in that building on Little West 12th Street too. Since it had an elevator I randomly placed my ride wherever I wanted in that empty warehouse of a building. I’ll bet that building is worth at least 20 million dollars today. Those were different times.

But that’s not the point. The point is, Jaime taught me the art of the One Shot brush stroke. It takes an artful, steady, confident hand to guide the sign painter’s brush filled with the glossy enamel of One Shot. I would watch Jaime and do my best to mimic his hand, but quickly recognized this was a master I was following.

When I saw the work of Darren McKeag, I saw for the first time in 30 years another master of the One Shot brush stroke. Below is a helmet he painted from his Instagram page.


And here is another shot he posted of the helmet in the progress of being painted in his studio. If you look closely you can still see the sketch beneath the paint. Beautiful! I have praised The work of Darren McKeag many times on this site. I have bought a print and a T-shirt of his work in the past. I bumped into him at Sturgis this Summer as well as seeing more of his artwork at the Buffalo Chip.


But last Saturday while in Indian Larry’s shop. I was looking at helmets. I wanted to try on the Gringo helmet by Biltwell. Presently I wear the Bonanza open face helmet. As I was looking at the many helmets I noticed the helmet Darren had painted on the top shelf. At first I though it was possibly a manufactured helmet using McKeag’s design. But once I held it I recognized the artistry and the brush stroke that I admire so much. And it was for sale!


I couldn’t believe it! It was in a price range that smarts a little but I could swing it. I was not going to let this opportunity to own an original McKeag go by. I bought it and still can’t believe this is mine! Below is a photo of Jillian wearing it.


Not only am I honored to have this work of art, proceeds from the sale go to the Aiden Jack Seeger Foundation. Aidan Jack Seeger Foundation was established to address the need for information and newborn screening with respect to Adrenoleukodystrophy (ALD). In addition they help and support families to cope with the demands of the disease. So a win, win!

I was hoping to see Darren himself at the Block Party but he wan’t around this year.


I am told Darren and his fiancée Missy are getting married this weekend.

So here’s to Darren and Missy! Cheers!


4th Annual Motorcycle Film Festival

Posted in Uncategorized on September 21, 2016 by Pat Regan


This past Friday night, Jillian and I went to the Motorcycle Film Festival at the Gutter in Brooklyn.


Friday was one of 4 nights that the Gutter hosts this film festival dedicated to movies about bikers and motorcycles.



Before the show we walked around the neighborhood.



This part of Williamsburg is filled with great graffiti and vintage vehicles.



We arrived a little late and missed the first 2 short films. One was 30 seconds long and the other a little over 4 minutes.

The first film we saw was, “Take None Give None” a full length documentary about the Chosen Few Motorcycle Club. I first read about the Chosen Few on The Selvedge Yard a few years back. The Chosen Few MC was the first racially integrated motorcycle club in the United States. They began as an all black motorcycle club in 1959 and integrated in 1960. These were racially charged times when segregation was the norm, but for the Chosen Few the brotherhood of integration made them stronger.

Here is the film’s teaser. Filmmaker: Gusmano Cesaretti

Following “Take None Give None” was a short film called “Vintage Steele, A Day in the Life”. It was basically a music video depicting a full day at a bike shop (Vintage Steele) in Vermont. Filmmaker: Daniel Schechner.

The night ended with a touching tribute to Richie “Pan” Panarra. The film was called “Richie Pan Forever”. I spoke of Richie in my post about Sturgis this Summer. The Buffalo Chip had a beautiful show dedicated to Richie’s art and art related to him. The thing that got me the most about that show was seeing his bike sitting alone on a pedestal.


When you hear of a biker’s passing, one assumes there is a mangled bike somewhere in the story. But Richie and his friend Michael “Nap” Napolitano were hit by a car and killed while crossing the street in North Carolina. They were there for the Smoke Out Rally.


So, “Richie Pan Forever” uses footage from a show called “Richie Pan’s America“. It tells Richie’s story through his own words intermingled with interviews by the people who knew him best. Without even knowing Richie, the power of the sorrow expressed by those who loved him was profound. Heart wrenching. Meeting his wife Cindy the following day made it even more devastating. She is bubbling with life. As she spoke of Richie, his art and their 3 children, the feelings of love and loss poured out with each word. All of these events in honor of this man has left me in awe. The Buffalo Chip show alone was amazing. In fact, when I got home from Sturgis I ordered a print of Richie painted by George Frizzell, AKA George the Painter, GTP. I’m looking forward to it’s arrival. Below is a photo I took of the original.


After the films we goofed off a bit taking photos and such, then headed home.



The following day would be the Indian Larry Block Party!