Hello, My brother and I had been desert motorcycle racing for several years until we both went off to college. As the waning years rolled on, coming home from apartment living and getting back into the home life backyard garage was fun. But a little daunting. During our college apartment atmosphere, it was studying, housekeeping, cooking as well as long naps. So, coming home was a step in the right direction. By 1964, he was leaning toward the surf scene and I was getting better at racing in the desert plus, several paved track early “Scrambles races,” now called Motocross. He sold his desert bike and bought a van + new surfboard. My involvement in Scrambles races took a lot of time and preparation, but at least, the road trip to the events were less than the 2 hour one way drive to the desert locations. I still had my old longboard in pristine condition sitting in the rafters. Soon, no more desert racing and more local OC race tracks for the Scrambles races. A lot of people liked the atmosphere of being able to watch the racers from track side, instead of hill tops way out on the hot desert environments. So, those Scrambles races were getting popular out West and some began to call them Motocross from the term coming across the ocean from Europe. In my recollection, in our 250cc Greeves Motorcycles, we were geared for the sand washes, short hill climbs, rutted desert roads and crevices. By the time some of the courses got to the dry lake portion, we were passed by the larger Triumphs, especially the 650 cc versions. But, now, a large number of race bikes were all prepped almost the same gearing, motor prep and stock parts. Competitive races were tight and fun. No one was so far out in front and everyone still wanted to be leading around the short turns and sweeping curves of the course. Jnaki So, as the years moved on, the closer motorcycle tracks began to offer more “European Scrambles,” a long course built around hills, flat stretches and around hills for a varied experience. All within sight of the pits and the general public, sitting where ever the grounds allowed. Saddleback Park ... in the city limits of Irvine, CA . The closest course was in the outskirts of the city of Irvine, near the lake. The drive to get to the race course took minutes, not hours… It was more time prepping and racing, less time driving to and from the race. Before the morning races began, the pits locations were taken and now the support group walked across the track at various points to get to a nice view spot for that portion of the course or a larger view of the races. The staging area and start going slightly uphill, then down to the left on a sweeping curve, into a narrow opening large enough for almost three bikes. The starting line anticipation going up that hill was daunting. The downhill portion was a steep drop down and into a narrower road, only a few bikes could get through safely. But, everyone tried to get through at once and of course, a jam up occurred. Several times, my powerful lightweight Greeves Challenger allowed me to be in the lead or within the top three heading up hill. But, the downhill into the narrow opening did not always go as planned. A few times, I got around the track ok and other times I was out in front, only to be clipped at the narrow opening and pushed off of the track course, ending the race before one lap expired. My solution to this type of racing was to get a faster bike with more power to get me way out in front and not be clipped going downhill to the narrow opening curve. The massive race bike dealers and community all had their favorites. When I rode my friend’s Husqvarna 250, it was like riding a 500cc Triumph. A little throttle and almost a neck snapping acceleration. Needless to say, he did better than I did with his new Husqvarna motorcycle. But, I was getting better in my starts and positioning during the races to plot my course between all of the other riders jamming the course, in the laps. So, a few Baja, Mexico road trips for unusual Scrambles races and more fun to be had was now pushing the importance of finishing the last two years of college. I had to make a decision and with a new event in my life of being a college student, meeting my future wife, the bikes got sold and we were now beach lifestyle folks that has lasted to this day… YRMV
Nice set of Triumph custom motorcycles. They are a lost art, as the majority of custom bikes are HD models. Hello, This is one of my favorite photos from a long time ago. The owner and I talked at a custom motorcycle show in Long Beach and set up a photo shoot day. As I got to the Los Angeles location, there were several parks with wide green grass, fairly thick bushes and trees for a background. I thought the brown/gold color would have looked nice at the parks without a lot interference from the normal background stuff. But, I really wanted a blue water background and the closest water was miles away. So, the owner knew of a friend with a pool and what a cool background it turned out to be. The magazines did not want to feature the custom Triumph in color due to it not being a bright color. But, the minute they saw the blue pool glimmering in the background, it was a feature bike for sure. Jnaki The color print I had made was a perfect gift to the owner for allowing me to showcase the nice build. This is the last slide I have of the Triumph and now it is scanned into a digital format to last forever. YRMV
That’s a nice bike @jnaki Agreed on the lost art, the beauty, size and weight of Triumphs make them lots of fun.
Just saw this. I had a '60 CH with a stock Tillotson on it that might start on the first kick, or you might still be kicking that SOB three hours later. Solved the problem one afternoon at my buddy's house. We dug a Linkert out of his garage, made an adapter and stuck it and the Linkert on there. After that, it was one kick to choke it, and it would always start on the second kick.
I've been coming to the Hamb about two years or so, just discovered this motorcycle forum. I'm a slow learner! Just read @jnaki post up above, nice to know I have some two wheeled brothers here. Have rode and raced since my brother n I got our first Lil' Indian in 1966; That mini was followed by a 1961 Allstate 125 basket case I reassembled in various forms; After that it was many little Hondas bought on the cheap and fixed and sold, one of my favorites was my little white '68 Honda S90, here on a 700 mile round trip to go fishing at age 16; I'm on the right, my big buddy Bill is on his new S90 in metallic teal. Me with Bill's dad at their LaPine Oregon cabin in 1970; Then it was on to my first SL350, a 1970 K0 model. At first it was babied, painted candy red with a Metisse style front fender and chrome megaphones, but later stripped down to become my first race bike; That was over 50 years ago, many many bikes have come and gone, right now there's half a dozen out in the shop along with my wife's '55 Dodge w/440 and my '29 RPU project. Still riding at age 70, raced a couple vintage MX races last year, but the cardiologist said no more competition. Have lots of pictures and stories to share if anyone is interested?
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