The Defence Museum in Oslo have a special army motorcycle display this winter, they are showing some of the museums motorcycles made from WWII until today. The museum is well worth a visit at an old armory at Akershus Fortress in Oslo.
I have never managed to get my Norton 16H to go up the wall…..Part of the museums regular display.
1942 Royal Enfield 350 WD/CO/B
1941 Matchless G3L.
This Triumph, 1942 350cc, is prepared for the Norwegian winter with skies and knobby tires:
A friend of me has this Triumph GP nearly finished. But as you all know the devil is in the details….He is missing a vital part: The Grand Prix badge for the register cover. A real necessity to keep the “that’s not right brigade” at bay….
I know that the badge is made from time to time…..But when you need one, no one is to be found.
I guess getting old is better than the alternative. I am turning fifty soon and was not going to make much notice off it……But my friends wanted it different.
This Saturday my wife and I had been invited to my mother in law for dinner, at least that was what I thought. So my wife ordered me to get washed and dressed to look respectable quite early on Saturday afternoon.
After being tricked once, one should be wary. But I have heard that elderly people are easy to trick. That is my excuse for being tricked again…..Something similar also happened to me ten years ago.
To my big surprise a bunch of friends suddenly appeared in front of my house. It took me a while to understand that I was fooled…..And my mother in law was in on it….
No, this is not a boy band…..It is so sweet when old men sing to you…..
What a ride, a forty year old Scania bus with the destination in the route window: Ila sikring (a famous Norwegian prison).
Behind my back and my brothers, which was also tricked (Evil tongues say that my brother are only nine months and fifteen minutes older than me) an invitation with the headline: “34 years with oldEnglish shite” invited friends of us to take us brothers on a bus ride to Oslo including a show (Monty Python’s Spamalot) and some good food and a lot of drinks…..
My idea of a balanced diet is a beer in each hand. We were treated with Newcastle brown ale witch is not a random choice beverage….It is Ogris favorite drink. Ogri used to be a cartoon in Bike magazine. He had a bike called Armageddon, a 1000cc Norvin which he had built himself.
Coming back to the bus that was parked in an area in Oslo known for “working” girls, I got an offer I could resist. I was offered the use and pleasure of two girls for the price of one…….Well; I am a simple man from a small town so I soon found rescue in the bus……
We were delivered safe and sound back home at four o’clock in the morning……What can we say! A big thanks boys! From Dag and me.
The local vintage car club celebrated their 25 years anniversary with a public exhibition showing a big display of cars, motorcycles and memorabilia. My brother and I displayed a few bikes.
We had known about it for a year, but still most of the preparations where left to the last days.
Most of the photos are from the exhibition hall we were located. I had forgotten to charge the camera so it died before I had the chance to photograph the other stuff. But I remembered to bring coffee and food….
Dag`s 1939 Norton ES2.
And no, my BSA racer is NOT a Café racer (several spectators had obviously been watching Café racers on Discovery Channel)……It`s a racer.
Johnny felt at home in the old army garages. It`s now the home of the police education center…..A safe place to leave your motorcycles…
This is the stuff you want if you are washing your DKW kraftwagen……
There is nothing that draws a crowd (of old men) more than the starting of old Harley Davidsons….
I am just writing this post to make you jealous…..I found these two beauties at an auto jumble. They were just waiting for me in a box full of moped parts……and the price? I won’t tell you, you are just going to hate me…..