LACONIA, MEMORIES & MILES

by K. Peddlar Bridges
Motorcycle Poet Laureate,
and columnist for
the Connecticut
Criuse News Newspaper,
and motorcyclegoodies.com

= Rock and Roll =

It's Laconia Time!

Laconia to me is always is a time of memories and dreams.

Even the words and phrases, Gypsy Tour, Bike Week, Motortorcycle Weekend, Louden, Laconia, Wiers Beach, all hold a Mystique and Mystry in my memory and dreams. For each one of these words and phraces hold, a symbol, a memory, an image, and a credo, that adheres itself to our motorcycle way of life.

Even Road Rt numbers and names take on a specicial meaning when hooked to the words Laconia, Bikeweek and such, 106 ... the track road ... 107 ... the back road ... route 3 ... the old way ... route 93 ... the new highway ... 28 ... 16 ... North ... Laconia, The Kangusmangus Highway. All these Rouetes numbers and Roads are etched into the heart of many a Biker.

Yes, all these when conected to the past will bring on flood gates of memories.
And, when all these are connected to the presentor the future , they will set a Biker's mind to a clicking and a ticking, to this year's plans and this year's hopes.
These names and places have most likely had this afect, since the first Motorcyclists asked another Motorcyclists, "You want to take a run this weekend?"
"Where?"
"Wier's Beach, Laconia!"

That was around 1916, For over 90 years now Laconia has been a motorcycle happening. When Motorcycles first rolled into Wiers' Beach for a weekend of motorcycle fun, the oldest Harley-Davidson on the road was just a little over ten years old. The names embossed on many of the machines the first ten years were names many of us have never even heard of let alone ever rode or ownd? Names that may have appered on Wier's Boulavard durning Laconia's first 10 or 15 years, were Clevelands, Scotts, and Dots and Douglases' *** too and many others that have now slid into the past to beforgot. And of course there were many of our American favorites, Indians and Harley- Dadvidsons, etc. And no, there were no Harvards mototocycles, but there may have been a few Yale Mototorcycles parked on the boulavard.


*** Bike referances culled from ... Hugo Wilson's Book ( Hot Bikes ) Covent Garden Books circa - 2005

When I first rode though the Wiers', there were still old Knuckles that were considered old .. not yet retro and there were chopped Pans galore with kelsely Martin paint jobs.

Electro Glides were the new rumble on the block and for the British Bike fan, Triumphups, Nortons, BSAs still held thier share of chops and stocks. But, the Metrics, 450 and under were starting to pop-up like mushrooms.

Once the 80s hit, it was a new day. The Metrics had began to take hold. By the mid-80s, Kirker exausts began to howl and back tires began to smoke.

Harleys still gave thier rumble, but the Metrics had grown an new edge and were showing thier musle. It may have been due the Toe-Cutter from Mel Gibson's, Mad Max movie, that made it happen, but, the Kirker exhaust had taken on a new image.

The nice guy on rice image was gone, set in its place was the image of a marauding Hun on a Diablo Beast, that howled like a banchee.

Right here, around 1989, I would like to freeze frame.

Harley was making its bid for a come back - The Evo engine was the new block on the street. By 88 even the Sporter had gone Evo engined and the last of the Sportster Shovel Heads almost ... ran apon demand.

There also seemed to be peace in the Valley - that year, The 1% Clubs camped amongest themselfs in Pride. The AMA clubs, for the most part, did the same. The Locals, The Police, and The Citizens, alll seem to except us as a good natured show rather than an invading hoard.

I now look back on that year, as the year of "Three Hundred Pines."

Will thereever be another Laconia like 1989? "No." Every Laconia is a year unto itself. Each year holds its own Promiss, Dreams and Memories ... Else-wise, why go twice?

We alltake our ride though this slice of Highway we call lfe. At times, like traverlers on the Highway, we run side by side, but, in trurth, in the end the road we ride is our own journey.

I hope for those who choose to ride the road north to laconia this June, a safe and happy journey and may the the year of Laconia 2006, bring many joys and fond memories.

( THREE HUNDRED PINES )

by K. Peddlar Bridges
Motorcycle Poet Laureate.

We camped
In Belmont That year
under Three Hundred Pines

on land owned and cleared
by a brother named Chubs

He cleared the land
with his own hands
and big heart
and made us a park

and as the tree tops brustled
and wispered above us
the warm June wind
fanned and pushed
our Pine fed flames

and, Harley exhaust
rumbled and crackled
up and down
the access road.

and, so it was ... that year

My bikeweek date
was the Butterfly lady

who adorned her jean jacket
with butterfly patches and pins
and wore butterfly clips in her hair.

and she wore denim jeans and
cow-gal boots
and was dressed more
country western
than biker weekend

But, she was
pleasant company
and she liked to ride
and I was greattful
for the smile

Why she didd't ride
up there with Me?
or, if she road home with me?
I now, don't have the answer

but, perhaps,
I arived a day early
and left a day late
as I often do

She rode up North
with my prospect
little brother brother Louie

Little brother louie
all dressed in leather from head to Boot,
leather shirt, leather jeans,
and a leather baseball cap, too
and we kidded and wondered
about his socks ...
were they leather too?

Now, it seems in my memories eye
there were ... Three Hundred Pines
with 300 tents ... with 300 brothers
and 300 sisters too
with 300 rides all
parked under the pines
in Belmont that year

I can still hear the Harleys rumble
I can smell the smoke
and feel the sting to my eyes
and hear the brustle of the branches
as only a memories breeze will do

I don't believe it rained that year
and laconia's without rain
have been so few

And so,
it was the year
of Three Hundred Pines

and now?

The Butterfly Lady
has made her last run
hopefully she now rides
in Butterfly Heaven

and Little Brother Louie
on the beach
fell to sleep
and his spirirt and light
drifeted away
with the tide.

then one winter,
Chub's big heart and Harley
siezed to to thump

and then came spring
when a hearse
was drove around the bay
with 300 Harleys
in its trail

A fitting tribute for the Man
who gave us
Three Hundred Pines.

peddlar ........

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I realize this column has not folowed my standard column format, but things get a little wild around Laconia time. So, if you are heading for Laconia Bikeweek this year, please remember if you need contact and information for Laconia bikeweek, please check out following web sites ...

supersundayonline.com ... roadpoet.com ... motorcyclegoodies.com and least, Laconiabikeweek.net ...

Laconiabikeweek.net is an excellnt site for last moment info and up dates ... it has a very active foroum with much info on in it to who is where and what is happening - right now. Laconiabikeweek.net even has a live web cam along the road to the Wiers. So if your are on the road and near a computer or about to leave home and need last moment info, please check out laconiabikeweek.net.

And while we're on the subject of web sites, its a good time right now to check out supersundayonline.com to to take a gander at all the exciting features Supersunday tm Expo's founder Don Clady has lined up for us on May 21st for his Super Sunday tm Expo at the Harford Expo Center.


And please, if you would like to send your work in for possible future publishing, please send it to dccj14@aol.com .... or bikerpoet@webtv.net.

And for Laconia stories, memories and more, please check out Roadpoet eMagazine i/e roadpoet.com.

Best Miles and Verses till then ...




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