Speaking of Barn Finds. There aren't any "barns" in Southern California.
Or are there?
Last night, or rather early today. At 3:00 am, Atom (24 Cycles) rolls up to my pad and wants to show me the latest greatest. I was busy in the garage cooking. I stepped out and was nearly blinded by the metal flake on this bike. True, she's been through a lot. But she's a survivor and that's more than most can say in this day and age. Nothing a week of restoration wouldn't do to fit the glass slipper and turn this sweet child back into the show bike that it was. Or was it a show bike? Probably not. They built bikes back in the day to ride too didn't they. Yes, they did. Today, this would be built to compete, be displayed, and gawked at on the Lawn of David Mann or the (please God no...) Easyrider Abortionfest. A bike like this should be ridden. The only people who should gawk at this bike are the cagers and the crows...
I love the molded frame around this seat.
The rear fender reads; Paint by Robert (Superman)
??? Anyone know of this guy ???