People on the 2013 Irish Rally
We are home now, and almost fully recovered from the 47th Annual Irish National Vintage Motorcycle Assembly in Killarney. Jet lag seems to get harder with each passing year, and the tasty black puddings and adult beverages don’t seem to help the matter.
Sorting through the photos, I realized that I have way more to share than I can drop into one or two quick articles. So bear with me, and I’ll post them on the site in the coming days and weeks. We’ll start with photos of some of the characters:
Big Dave M., member of K.O.B.I. Here with his wonderful 1913 Trump V twin. On a rally a few years ago, the bike famously broke the front frame downtube and spit Dave off, but he has repaired it and now it is stronger than ever. A big JAP V twin, belt drive and only one gear ratio, but it had the power to make all the hills.
Dave Mac is an institution. A Rudge aficionado without peer, and full of traditional Irish wit and songs too.
Bryan R. pilots his BSA V twin. He dropped his kids into a sidecar when they were small, and both grew up to be decent guys…
James R. and dad Bryan fettle the tappets on James’ Rex Acme. You can read James’ thoughts on a monthly basis here, the best magazine for fans of early motorbikes that I’ve ever found.
Before the rally starts, people arrive early and ride. This was our second day on the bikes, and was still the day before the rally began. At Ladies’ View (other pics here) is John Q. with his 1912 Sun, Dieter on his ‘13 BSA, Kim on the ‘32 BSA, newly-licensed 16 year old Isobel on her 1952 Gilera, and mom Katrin on her 1908 Triumph. You’ll recall Dieter and Katrin from last year’s articles, but also from the Motorcycle Cannonball.
Eric A. uses the handstarter on his 1914 Precision Twin at a stop in the little town of Inchageela, while Dave plays another song on his squeezebox. Eric is known in England for his rides all over the UK, often on his Williamson.
Another view of folks enjoying a beverage in Inchageela. There is never a rush, always time for a chat and a pint.
The Knights of Bloody Idiots (K.O.B.I.) are well represented at the Irish. This year’s inductee did an unspeakably idiotic act and won himself a spot in the club. But with that honor comes the wearing of the ceremonial necklace. And he must wear it all year, at every motorcycle event he attends. If he is spotted by a K.O.B.I. without it, he buys drinks for all members within earshot…
I had a great time with Phillip Tooth this year. He’s seen all the old bikes that you can imagine, photographed them and ridden them, and written countless articles in the past few decades for magazines and books, etc. And his tow rope on his Vincent was very handy to get a low powered bike up Priest’s Leap Hill. More on that later in the week…
Alan took a break from driving the chase truck on Friday, and instead motored around on his swell BSA and chair.
Katrin stops to admire the view, with Dieter’s BSA behind and a big pile of rocks.
Hello to Alan H., riding on a typical rally road. Green grass grows in the middle, and he just came around a nice tight downhill hairpin to find me standing there snapping pics.
Chris H., K.O.B.I and Cathy H. enjoy the views and the salty air during a lunch stop.