January 1, 2007
The year began with the sun rising in the Eastern sky. Now that’s nothing new, but it seems like we always get it late compared to those guys out East, but then again, at least it’s warm here in the West. I’m not sure how much of the rest of the country was riding on January 1st, but we sure were. By 10 AM a small group of us were gathering outside President Tim Grabers famed mansion in
. As Tim wrenched on his machine’s brakes out in the street, the rest of us chatted and conversed about the comings and goings of 2006 and now 2007. Only a handful of guys showed up for the first run of the year, but those who did were in for a real treat. Costa Mesa
One, two, three, four little Indians were on hand for the first chance to ride in 2007. Tim Graber’s 1929 101 Scout was the oldest machine on the ride;
Tom Hart’s 1939 Chief came in second; Craig Dillmann’s 1945 Chief was third and Marc Gallin’s 1950 Chief rounded out the Big Four. The machines were lined up and looking good, and besides the Indians, we did get a “Just Legal” 1972 Triumph Daytona, owned by Bill Harris joining us too. Nice to see the late model bikes getting their legal status on the AMCA Team.
The group departed at around 10:30 AM after giving anybody who couldn’t make it “On Time”, a last chance to arrive. We fired up those old Machines and heading down the back streets through Costa Mesa down to the coast. Once we hit the Pacific Coast Highway, we headed north and rode through some of the most scenic beach cities in Orange County. Newport Beach, Huntington Beach, Sunset Beach, Seal Beach and finally Long Beach, just across the Los Angeles county line. Wow, it was all happening in such a short time too, as this entire route only covered about 25 miles one-way.
Once we hit LA County, we headed west and rode through the towns of Naples, Belmont Shore and finally ended up in Downtown Long Beach. We made a quick pit stop and took some photos of the group down by the seashore and then headed inland and took a roundabout loop through Downtown Long Beach. Seems like Tim was a little confused and couldn’t find the restaurant he had picked for lunch. But after some 10 turns and a bunch of looping around and around, we finally arrived at the famous Roscoe’s “Home of Chicken ‘n Waffles”. It sounds like a bad joke—fried chicken and waffles on the same plate. But Roscoe’s is one of those places that you have to visit at least once to see how it works (and judging by the wait, it definitely works). If you want to see they’re funky website, follow this link: http://www.roscoeschickenandwaffles.com Since I was a huge fan of both fried chicken and waffles, this seemed like a perfect place for me. It certainly was as everyone totally enjoyed their lunch.
Following our chow break, we climbed aboard our trusty steeds and rode a couple of blocks back to the coast where we parked them in the garage of Tim’s Condo. A true home away from home. Seems like a miniature version of the Graber mansion we started our morning at, but in a slightly trimmed down manner. The condo was on the 8th floor and had a wonderful view of the downtown Long Beach, the Convention Center and the Pacific Ocean. Man, Was that ever cool hanging out on the balcony, but after a bit, Tim rounded up the group and told us we had to hit the road. Oh well, all good things have to end, or do they?
Once we got downstairs to Tim’s garage, I noticed a strange thing with my Chief, “I had no juice.” After checking out all the possibilities, Tim brought out some jumper cables and
Tom Hartdid the honor of giving me a jump. Seemed like that was all I needed to get my Chief fired up again. Keeping the RPMs up was the trick in keeping it running, but that’s all it took. The bike ran a bit rough, but it got me home with Tim and Craig following me all the way. When I got home, we found that the brake light switch spring had unhooked and that’s probably what drained the battery down during lunch. That wonderful meal came back to haunt me, but overall a great time was had by all.
Now that I’ve got my feet wet for 2007, there’s no stopping me. I’ll do my best to come out and ride with the group whenever time allows. Happy New Year to all and to all a Good Night...
By Tim Graber
The dawn rose bight and clear. (No, I did not see it). We had the regular group over for trivial pursuit and I slept in a little. I did get the coffee on in time for the arrival of the early riders. Dave Cook (Harley “K” model) and Tom Hart (‘39 Chief) rode in from
. Marc Gallin rode his ‘51Chief and Craig Dillmann trucked in his chief from “The Valley.” (I apologize for missing the other riders). We left Long Beach about 10:15and headed up the coast. It was clear, clean, and sunny. Traffic was light and the scenery was fabulous. Costa Mesa
We watched the surfers in the water in
Huntington Beachand gazed across at Catalina Island, 22 miles across the sea. Breakfast was at Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles on 4th streetin Long Beach.(I had the chicken liver and cheese omelet). From there we took a quick tour of some high rise condo’s overlooking the water and the Queen Mary in . The group broke up for the ride home and Craig and I followed Marc back to his place in HB to make sure that he made it. Seems as though he had a wires shorting out which caused an abnormal drain on the battery which impeded his ride’s performance. Craig and I shadowed him home and then we boogied back to my place. Craig loaded up his ride and his date for the ride back to the “Valley” and the ride was complete. Thanks Craig for bringing your machine down the 90 miles in order to ride 65 with us. That is starting the year out right! Long Beach
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