Showing posts with label Eddie Lawson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eddie Lawson. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Chief and his Superbike Pt. 5

I was looking at pics of VFR's which led to me looking at VF750R's which led to pics of RC30's. In the process I was reminded of some more of my childhood heroes. You see, if you're looking at pics of Freddie Spencer that's going to lead to pics of Eddie Lawson. I believe I've made it no secret that Eddie is my favorite motorcycle racer. I've met both of those cats and they could not have been nicer. Freddie was not racing at the time, he was a team owner. Anyway, I love both of those guys but I thought it was cool that the pics I ran across Eddie was out front with Freddie hot on the trail. I suppose pics could be found the other way around but it's my fantasy so why ruin it? While perusing these photos I collected some more pics to share that will be perfect for reference on the Old Man's Kawi project. All photos are property of their respective owners. If any need to be removed, let me know.


That's close racin'
More Superbikes adhering to the formula:

Nuther Wes Cooley Suzuki

I've neglected Graeme Crosby thus far. My apologies.

Mike Baldwin on a Honda. What a beautiful machine. 
Yet another Moriwaki prepared machine. Piloted by John Woo.
Dave...of course. Nice ram air thingy. 



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Now That's what I'm talking about.

My favorite racebike, color scheme, rider, and number in no particular order.
Look at all the groovy details on that thing. Fox shox, gold mag wheels (Lester's?), number plates straight from Ed's dirt track days, Lockheed brakes. The stock seat cut down so his tiny ass could actually touch the ground. Braced swingarm, covers modified for ground clearance, oil cooler, steering damper. Those forks were a huge diameter for that time. Check out that tach. Better yet, how about the knee slider made out of 200mph tape? That shit was the shit. I got to meet Ed at Road America around this time. He was sitting in his pit in a director's chair in his leathers. The old man handed me a pen and a program and gave me a push. I remember that like it was yesterday. Thanks Dad. Don't lose that autograph, by the way if you're reading this.
If somehow I could only see motorcycles looking a certain way (you know like guys that hang around Harley dealerships all fucking weekend), they would all look like this. Pole growing out of Ed's head and that Chris Hillman looking dude creepin' me out notwithstanding.
Stolen pic stolen from Slideblog