Brother Speed is the fucking best. I could listen to his stories for years. This picture looks to be about 20 years old. He didn't make it to Sturgis this year Because his mamma told him he should stay home because of his heart condition. The man is in his seventies and his parents are still kick'n too!
Wow, thanks for the update Kid, I've seen some pictures of his bike in "Freeway magazine" 10 years ago and was (and still am) amazed by it. And also can imagine what a life he must 've had!I'll try to scan some pics from the mag and post it up soon, thanks for your comment Kid!
His bike began it's "Rat" life on a trip to New Orleans. He stopped to sleep in the ditch. A cop rolled up and asked if he had any money on him. He said "No officer.... I rely on the kindness of strangers" The police officer arrested him for vagrancy. So he glued a doller and forty cents to his bike so he couldn't be arrested for vagrancy again. that was in the seventies I believe. It used to say Speed's Hellbound Express on his tank. Since then he has been glueing "gifts", Trophies and memories to his bike ever since...... and he'll tell you a story about every piece.
wow! I knew he had coins everywhere on his bike, but not the story behind it, that rules!
The picture above is how I remember him. I met John back in the late '70s when he lived near Millet and Wetaskiwin, Alberta, Canada after he solved a mechanical problem on my '76 Liberty Edition sportster and my family traded with the repair of his TV set and a turkey dinner. He was well loved by many. I enjoyed visiting and partying with him and the local biking crowd. He was a man with a good heart and I've always been grateful for the good times and friendship we shared back in those days. It is great knowing you John! ~Peace~ from "Sporty Bryan"