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quickee from Jack Edwards
T'was a time when everything I
bought came from the Saugus swap meet.
One weekend, back in late 75 or
early 76 we came across this giant instamatic store display.
What a deal for only $4! Looked like something you
might find at the Oar House, so we took it there. When we
got down to Santa Monica the Oar side wasn't open yet so we
took it in the Chips and asked for the manager. The manager
thought it was cool too so we struck a deal and traded it
for free beer all night long.
Does anybody remember this camera?
It was over the Chips bar on the extreme right hand side for
awhile and then it disappeared. The story I got was that the
flash was too intense, almost like the strobe in the Oar
House so it was moved to storage.
click here to see camera
Part 2 of...... " Tall Tales of High Adventure and Major
An was an old custom when a new Grand American bar would
They would send some tenders
that knew how to pour drinks by company policy. Though
Scanlon, Biker John from Sloans(doorman) and I went
uninvited to open the Fort Collins store,
Scanlon had it in his head that it was his duty to open this
place. Both of these guys had motorcycles and each had
logged hundreds of thousands of miles on trips. I HADN"T!!!
a week before we left Steve Bernard was kind enough to let
me use his 550 Honda so I could get acclimated.
drove up HWY 1 to the County Line and back. Bingo! I'm ready
to travel 2 thousand mi round trip.
We met at Sloans for the take off point,
had a few cocktails
and got a roaring send off from the crowd for our new
adventure. The next thing I remember was dodging rabbitts
running across the 10 freeway near the Colorado River. We
slept the night on a bench at a rest stop. Biker John wanted
to take back-roads
the rest of the way to Denver. We stopped to bathe
after 3 days of climbing mountains at 12 am, damn it was
cold! John knew
of this flow water coming out of a power plant somewhere in
New Mexico so jump in we did. Thing is
we dropped our clothes on top of a
bunch of spiders and bugs. Scanlon went nuts.
We got back on the road and I lost track of them, being on a
smaller bike than the rest. I came around this turn that had
been freshly oiled for resurfacing and was sliding all over
the place but I was able to keep from hitting the pavement.
I finally saw my compadres at the top of the hill exchanging
was betting that I would hit the deck, assholes. After a
round of FU's for leaving me behind,
we continued. Driving into Denver with snow and rain falling
wasn't exactly on my itenerary but the cards were dealt and
no getting out of this hand. We were stuck behind a sand or
salt truck that was dispersing
it's load. Now I can't see out my visor and rubbing it with
wet gloves only
made it worse. We found a ski resort to stop at and by the
looks we got, they
wait to see us go. We stripped down to the essentials in
front of a huge fireplace.
Bless their hearts, everyone there bailed quickly.
never felt sooo gooood!! We were semi dry when management
showed up asking what the hell we were doing. I asked "got
anything to eat or drink?"
They replied "get
the hell out, you
dogs." "Aaugh can
I get it to go?"
said as our retreat from the heat came to a close.
Biker John had the greatest ice breaker. Mind you John wore
this jacket and pants that was
together by patches.I don't believe you could see the
original garment anymore. His Harley hat was so dirty from
his travels you couldn't see the insignia anymore. HERE'S
He had these
little clip on animals he put on his hat. Everyone asked
about them and he
always sold them,
thus keeping us in cocktails and some gas.
I will never forget this road trip. Thank you Michael and
you are) and may
kind to you and that this story finds you in good health and
Cook/ Bartender 75-79
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