History has given Bowser credit for inventing the gas pump, but what Bowser tried to invent was a better way to pump water from a well. His invention wasn’t strong enough to draw water from such a depth, but when applied to shorter distances it was a success. Bowser applied his principles to small pumps that were badly needed in country stores and anywhere that kerosene was sold. This was during a time when very little gasoline was being used, as the automobile had still not been invented. The 1892 introduction of the Durea automobile and the growing popularity of automobiles brought changes to the pump industry. As gasoline sales increased following the turn of the century, Bowser built a gas pump for general stores. Bowser grew rapidly and became a very large corporation with branches all over the world. Bowser also diversified, making hundreds of products besides gas pumps. At the end of World War II, Bowser found itself in financial trouble and began offering gas pumps at lower prices.
Kyle Bradshaw meets with National Cycle's Paul Gomez this week to learn about their cutting-edge quick-release technology, their superior wind deflection products (windshields), new products coming to market, and much more!
You will get a better understanding of how the technology works and an even better understanding of the superior quality and dedication to the customer that National Cycle brings to the motorcycle industry.
Switchblade Quick Release Windshields: Cruiser Riders now can enjoy unprecedented convenience, quality and function through an innovative line of quick change windshields. The SwitchBlade System is hilighted by National Cycle's Quickset IV mounting hardware. Featuring National Cycle's exclusive Cushion Wheels, the attractive, buffed stainless steel mounts allow the rider the ability to install or remove a windshield easily, in less than 10 seconds - with NO TOOLS.
You just have to admit that the calmness is amazing. Absolutely can tell from the start that it won't end up well. I still can't stop laughing.
These are three of about a hundred bikes in total ... (the middle one is my Magna prior to some of the customization on it) ... during the staging proceeding the participation in the Breast Cancer Awareness Poker Run sponsored by the local Tallahassee Chrome Divas. Notice that the "trike" parked next to my Magna is not a "trike" at all. It's set up with the Voyager Outrigger System that allows a normal bike to be converted to a "trike" in about five minutes. Using this system, one can haul a small trailer behind the bike, and when you get to where you're going, "poof!" five minutes later you can pull off the outrigger and have a normal bike again. The gentleman standing there had broken his back, and using the "trike" system, he was sill able to ride and be a part of the biker community. If you look closely, you can see that the rear end of the system consists of he regular bike rear wheel and two "outrigger" wheels ... so there's a total of four wheels on the road.

Now THIS is my idea of a sweet trike! Check out the huge rear wheels on this thing, the exposed HD (I think) motor, the rake of the front end, the radical fenders on all three wheels, the "springer style" fork on the front ... the custom paint job, ... just everything! Someone has truly put his heart and soul into this trike, and it shows! I would be proud to own her!
This was at the Bainbridge Georgia Bikefest Rally

A Come to Jesus Meeting
There has obviously been a mistake, God seems to think I am to be a modern day Job. Lest you think I exaggerate, in the last 3 years I have been stricken/blessed with: vulvar cancer, Meniere's disease, uterine fibroids the size of North Dakota, diverticulosis, psoriasis - not on my elbows like most people, but on my scalp, ears, and nose. FYI - When you get psoriasis on your scalp, it takes out your hair. You could say I'm irked, but that really doesn't do my current emotional state justice. Speaking of my emotional state, I seem to be fighting a never ending uphill battle against major depressive disorder and generalized anxiety disorder.
Did I mention that dad's Parkinson's has kicked into overdrive, seemingly overnight. Mom's doctor says she is in the early stages of dementia. Which means that I am now a caregiver to my adult parents. It SUCKS for all of us in different ways, at different times. For me it's like living with 80 year old toddlers. Willfull, spoiled, adult size toddlers. Occassionally I worry that I will get some great job in Atlanta and have to hire people to chauffer and care for my parents. However, with the economy in the crapper, and double digit unemployment rates, not just in Carroll County but in the entire state of Georgia, it seems I am putting the cart before the horse.
This is not how my life was supposed to be. I was supposed to be married with a few kids, a dog, and a house in the burbs by now.
I recently bought a brand new 2009 VMAX 1700. The person that ordered it last year didn't collect, however I did and am now the proud owner of the VMAX. I used to hate the old VMAX because it could beat my old bike, the 1985 Honda V65 Magna. These two bikes are very different, however. Honestly, the old Honda ran out of guts down the 1/4 mile. The VMAX does not. The guy I bought it from said it would spin the back tire in 3rd gear. The first three gears take some getting used to though. You don't know whether to go all out or keep the throttle back. What I mean is that I was concerned about spinning the wheel at 60 mph and popping a wheelie. But, looking back, I guess I never got on it enough to raise the front. That is until now. I have had the front end off the ground now. Incidentaly, I have made it past the 1000 mile mark and it is almost ready for a good drag with someone. I still haven't went balls out from a dead stop to the end of a quarter. I have a good place to do the quarter, but we'll see.
I put a small windshield on it, but haven't ridden it since. I will tomorrow. Stay tuned to see if the windshield is sturdy enough to take the wind. I think I'll put a smoke tint on the windshiled once I find out if I like it or not. It will match the black body better. Keeps the heavy rain off and also gives me a break from the wind on my 40 mile commute to work. I can take it off really easy if I want to. The only drawback after the initial setup on the windshield is that I had to rotate the clutch lever and reservoir downward. That means to pull the clutch I have to chase it over the top, rather than reaching up for it. It shouldn't be a problem when I'm riding upright, but when I'm trying to lean forward and keep the front end down in the quarter it will be a chore to reach the clutch without having carpal tunnel syndrome set in by the end of the day.
I hope to someday get a video of the bike going down the road in all 5 gears. But, nothing can demonstrate the amount of torque and power this thing has. You just have to be on it. It just keeps pulliing. The pro rider that works for Yamaha said it best, "any more power and this thing would not be street legal".
I find myself looking in my rearview alot. What I mean is I think it's fun to get out on the interestate and get in front of a car and the car thinks he's going to go right up my tail end. Of course, I don't let that happen. A quick flick of the wrist and a gear change and I've left the scene. Or, as I'm getting on the onramp I let the vehicle pass me doing 70. I'm barely going 20 getting ready to get onto the interstate. By the time we hit the end of the onramp I'm already ahead of him. I know they must think I'm crazy, thinking "what some of these bikers do nowadays. It's really dangerous", but in reality they don't know how much power the bike has and therefore think I'm riding crazy. I'm actually just using acceleration just like they do when they jump on the interstate. It's just that they've never seen something move so fast. Anyway, it's entertaining for me and that's what counts.
Got to go. More from "V-Sting" later.
Hello from France.
Well why am I so polite and say hello with each posting = If you dont know me and where I come from you would think I am stupid.
Why englissh with 2 s's = If not you would think that I crossed the wrong box, and now you know I am English living in France.
Whats this about the grey = It gives the impression I am of a certain age.
And coming long = Well thats rebellion as at my work I had to be presentable running a truck stop.
And slow = I would like it to be a ZZ top copie but if the grey comes slow that means you are alive and well.
ARE YOU STUPID = As much as the next man, I have just talked to you for the last 10 minutes, and you wrote this.
Will you put Keep the grey coming long and slow at the end of this. = Do you think I am that stupid you have just put it for me!
This was taken at the end of the Yankee Town road.
Well ! she beat my Shadow but not the segway , wait until the very end of the video to see what happen ! lol
Because of the minor Hurricane coming our way, for the last week or so it has been grey and rainy here in the "Big Bend" area of Florida. For the first time in days the weather this morning is bright and beautiful with nice warm sun, and since I have the day off I'm going to jump on one of my bikes and take a nice short ride! This is the kind of day that’s made for the best rides, for I have no particular place to go and no particular time to get there and best of all, my pain meds have kicked in this morning and I’m not in my normal achy agony! I truly miss the days when I could jump on my bike and ride for hours and hours and the only thing I needed to worry about was a sore “Monkey Butt” … but with age, comes the endless hassles of age. Aching back, stiff legs, screaming hips, cramping in my lower back and all of the other assorted ills and woes are a part of my every-day life now. It’s almost worth dying young and not having to deal with all of various complaints. Dye young and leave a beautiful body … that’s the ticket! Well, this blog post isn’t supposed to be about my aching back and screaming hips or even about feeling like I’m going to puke because of all the pain meds I’ve had to take this morning. This post is about “expectations”. I didn’t expect to eventually have to pay the price for my life-style up to this point, and now because of that life style being in constant pain. I don’t expect to go out for a nice little ride and have an accident on my bike and be hurt. I don’t expect to be riding today and have a rain-cloud come up from nowhere and ruin my ride. I don’t expect whatever bike I take will break down somewhere and leave me stranded and fuming on the side of a road. I don’t expect to be calmly making a turn in some parking lot and have the bike slip out from under me dropping my arse onto the concrete in embarrassment. “Expectations.” We as humans in general … and as bikers specifically … go through our lives with more or less good expectations. I know I do, and I’m sure of all you do as well. I don’t worry and “expect” that bad or horrible things will happen every time I go out in the world. Like you, I “expect” I will be just fine … and have a wonderful and enjoyable day. After all … I expect to! And in the end … isn’t that what being a “biker” is all about for most of us? Not hiding away in some dark corner being afraid of life and the consequences it can bring … but rather a huge celebration because of that life! We as bikers seize every moment and live it to the fullest … and despite the sometimes disapproval of society and all the “non-bikers” that cannot or will not understand … we rejoice in our life! It’s expected! Ride on and be safe … and please … take the long way home on your ride!
Today I sat here reading the comments about vets here and I started thinking about my dad. He passed a few years ago and I never really knew about his flying time during WW11, so, I went and read his logbooks. He flew Lancaster bombers and the part he told my sisters and I about had to do with flying Transport Command which was flying bombers from Canada to Great Britan. That is how he met my mom, him flying out of Montreal and her building bombs in Montreal. They flew these planes stripped to the bone, no comforts, insulation or guns, they were sitting ducks in the air.
Now the really interesting part, he also flew on some of the first bombing missions over Berlin. Anyone every see the movie "The dam busters"? If you ever get to see it, pay attention to the names listed at the end of the movie, it's based on a true story and my dad was one of those flyers!!! In his log books he lists the practice flights how they dropped bags of flour for precision bombing.
My dad never bragged about what he did, seldom even mentioned it. That is the attitude of vets, then and now, not asking for thanks or praise for doing what they thought right. In Canada it is tradition to wear your parents medals on the opposite side of your chest from your own. I couldn't do it, there are way too many so I wear my own and in silence, thank my dad and those like him.
I never got to say goodbye to my dad or tell him I loved him or how proud I was of him. This is my homage to my dad.
For weeks now, i've been trying to get out to the bend at James to take photos of the fall foliage. Usually, the colors are really vibrant with yellows and reds. Unfortunately, the weather was poor the last few weekends, and a flu illness kept me down. Finally, the weather kept up its end of the bargain, and the wife and I got to take the trek.
Route 5 is a really great ride. Nice and curvy, without too much traffic. The shadows from the sun being low in the sky keep the temperature down a bit, but it was warm enough this weekend to ride down without the leathers.
A few weeks back, we took Route 5 from Williamsburg up to Richmond, and found the overpass at the James was astounding. So, we were going back down to get shots of the fall foliage.
Sadly - it's a little late, and most of the brighter colors have dropped. But the shot here I got from the pinnacle of the bridge. Wanted to share with everyone.
Keep riding and keep alive everybody. Here's to a short Winter and an early Spring. 

Written in collabration with Jeff Lynne of ELO Fame. Was taken from a saying that his wife used to tell him to do. Was the end credit track for Lethal Weapon 2