Start of a new year in a new location!

Hello everyone and happy new year! At Old School Motorcycles we are really looking foward to this year in our new location at 1924 Triumph st, not too far from the old one! This location however enables us to have the workshop and the show room all in one building, so you can get yourself a nice hoody, or new dress whilst your bike gets serviced, pretty good huh?!

So this year is all about getting out there, going to shows and events and also hosting our own events here at the shop, believe me there is gonna be a lot of bbq's going on and ideas are also in the pipeline for such things as pin up pageants and guest tattooists, very exciting!

So if you haven't already, get on down here and have a look, we have a little sale on at the moment with alot of discounted clothing and even an amazing offer on a matt charcoal Time Bandit Deluxe Panhead, visit our facebook page to see pctures and more details, then come and make your best offer!
Anyway, next blog will be in 2010, everyone enjoy the celebrations, we certainly will be!
Happy New Year!

Humblest Beginnings - Memories

The Old School Motorcycle Company was established in 2004 by Sorriento, after pondering the idea for several years. As a motorcycle enthusiast , he had always felt that there was an appreciation and respect for the classics. Sorriento explains that each motorcycle the company builds has its own character and back story, which ultimately adds to the nostalgic feel of the era. In fact, even the company’s motto is “recreating American icons with today’s technology”.

Sorriento says, “the attention these motorcycles create is amazing”. Sorriento tells the story of a grandmother who recalled the day her future husband rode up to her house on a 1947 Knucklehead to pick her up for their first date. They were supposed to have dinner then go dancing, however those plans fell through and they rode around on that motorcycle all evening.

Nick's Spaghetti House

Felicella is having a rough day. Of the three horses he has running this Labour Day, one was scratched at the starting gate. Another has come in dead last. Spaghetti Mouse, the star of the Felicella stable and the crowd favourite at Hastings, is scheduled to race in less than an hour. He’s squaring off chiefly against Rosberg, a seven-year-old who recently performed well in Dubai’s prestigious Godolphin Mile. Nick’s wondering if the Mouse really can win his fourth stakes race in a row.

The tote board (the Mouse is the 3:2 favourite) suggests the crowd is confident in the six-year-old bay gelding. “Expect the Mouse to rock and roll out of the gate,” begins the paddock-side commentary. “The Sam W. Randall Plate could be his once again.” Characteristically, Nick stands apart from his family, jockey, and trainer, his lined face hard. When the horses exit the paddock to parade before the stands, he remains behind. Seconds before the bell, he’s still sitting there, three flights down from his family box, alone. His arms are locked awkwardly around a post, a position he maintains until the horses enter the home stretch. He gives the impression that owning a horse of the Mouse’s caliber is more curse than blessing.

Horsemen are generally born of horsemen, and money is often passed on alongside the passion, but when a young Nick arrived from Naples over a half-century ago, it was a livelihood, not thoroughbreds, that preoccupied him. Being resourceful, he converted a street-level coffee shop on Commercial Drive into a restaurant. Big portions, stiff drinks, and late hours made Nick’s Spaghetti House a natural haunt for the racing crowd coming off the track just a mile down Hastings. “After the races,” Nick recalls, “all the jockeys, trainers, and grooms would come down and have dinner and drinks. They were good-time people, spent lots of money, and were always talking horses.” It wasn’t long before the talk rubbed off and he and wife, Pauline, made their cautious entrance into the sport of kings: in 1979, Nick purchased a cheap horse named Fire Ball that he raced at Hastings.

His next horse, Rambling Native, earned the Felicellas money on the track and off it. In 1980s Vancouver, horse racing was considerably more popular than it is today—“I’d say there were at least twice as many people attending,” says Nick—and in the process of winning seven stakes races, Rambling Native (lifetime earnings: $364,245) became a cause célèbre. The sprinting sandwich board also drew enough fans to the doors of Nick’s to create long queues. The walls began to display the Felicellas’ winners.

The couple became major players at the Canadian Thoroughbred Horse Society’s yearling and mixed sale, held each September in Langley. Even in the leaner years (before slot machines were installed at Hastings and the promise of bigger purses lightened the hearts of local horsemen), they invested heavily in B.C.–bred talent that they bought themselves and raced almost exclusively at Hastings. In an increasingly corporatized world, such behaviour wasn’t just quaint, it bucked industry trends. It also garnered respect from fellow horsemen. “Nick’s great for the local horse business,” says seasoned trainer Alex Murray. “He buys the best at the sales, and he still pays his trainer’s bills.”

As the five horses approach the finish line, Nick lurches up, shouts, and makes a short, sweeping gesture with his hand. A diamond-encrusted pinkie ring accents the motion. Beautiful, wild-eyed Spaghetti Mouse has bested Rosberg by a length and three-quarters, finishing in 1:49.76. But as the Felicellas make their way down to the winner’s circle for handshakes and photographs, the stewards announce a claim of foul against the Mouse for twice bumping Rosberg up in the stretch. Fans clutch their tickets and groan. Nick heads to the replay monitor, his expression stony, to wait.

Over the years, he developed an eye for a good horse, but luck must have played a role in the fall of 2003 when he took home a spirited year­ling for a modest $18,000. Nick intended to name him after his restaurant, but the Jockey Club’s 18-letter-name restriction forced him to compromise. He kept “spaghetti” and substituted “mouse” for “house” in honour of the horse’s dame, Desert Mouse. Spaghetti Mouse’s baptism of fire came at the 2005 B.C. Derby. The three-year-old was a 42:1 long shot going the classic Hastings route of 1 1/8 miles. He galloped home convincingly ahead of the rest of the field.

The Mouse ran wonderfully through the 2006 season until trainer Gary Demorest died of kidney failure. The ensuing year was a hard one for the former horse of the year. Of five starts in 2007, Spaghetti Mouse won only one. There were whispers around the track that decline had set in. Then Nick made a bold move: he entrusted the Mouse and the rest of his stable to Demorest’s former groom, Lenore DaPonte. DaPonte had no proven record as a trainer, but she knew Nick and she knew what to do to turn the horse around. She enlisted the aid of jockey Pedro Alvarado, a 43-year-old from Jalisco, Mexico, and a veteran of the Hastings track. “Pedro has the patience to work with the Mouse,” DaPonte explains. “He walks him around the track every morning and is the only one to gallop him.

He got to know the horse inside out, and the horse got to trust Pedro completely.” She’s more modest about her own contributions. “I talk to the Mouse, I massage him, I give him attention and make sure his confidence is high.” This summer, the Mouse returned to dominating the nine-furlong route and became Hastings’ top earner of all time. At last count, Spaghetti Mouse had made $845,560. Of the 11 stakes-commemorating jockey statues that decorate the infield track, five are painted in the Felicella stable’s red and white.

At last, the stewards announce their ruling: the bumping was not serious enough to alter the outcome and the claim of foul is disallowed. Next to his stall, the Mouse nickers and snorts, his neck and chest marbled with veins, as DaPonte feeds him mints. Now and then he jerks his head upward, responding to the noise of the roller coaster in the background. Nick fields questions from admirers. He grumbles about the weight his horse had to carry, but seems happy. This race has put another $33,440 in his pocket. The Mouse will continue to run “until he’s done,” Nick announces. Then he points up at the sun and smiles: “Looka how it shine!”

Finding Treasure

T Jaussaud
Harley Davidson Examiner

At the mere mention of the name "Knucklehead" and the ears of the Harley-Davidson enthusiast will perk up. But for the novice it's only a name Harley-Davidson uses for one of its motors, if they even know that much. The Knucklehead was named so because of the resemblance of the head to the knuckles on the back side of a closed fist.

In 1936 the Knucklehead was first introduced by Harley as the "61 OHV". Before that Harley had been manufacturing overhead-valve singles, the Flathead, named so because of the flat vented tops, recognizable on the top of each cylinder head. But the '36 Knucklehead was the first of the overhead valve V-Twins.

It also was the first motor using Harley's new recirculating oil system, another big improvement over the “Total Loss” oil system of the previous engines. The “Total Loss” system incorporated the driver filling a reservoir, next to the fuel tank, with oil then adjusting the flow to three drops per five seconds, while watching through a sight tube. The oil then would drip through the engine and eventually down to the chain.

Harley-Davidson advertised that this system would always provide clean oil to the engine and drive train, but did not mention lubricating the driver, as small amounts of oil would spray on the pant legs.

The 1936 through 1940 EL model Knuckleheads had a 61 cubic inch displacement, and generated 40 hp. This was a big improvement from the 30 hp Flatheads. In 1941 Harley introduces the 74 cubic inch; a 45 hp FL version of the Knuckle that added a noticeable kick in power.

The Knucklehead was so reliable that different variations of the engine were available up through 1974.

Many of the custom bike builders preferred using the Knucklehead engines in their stretched out choppers, they looked good and they were powerful. Sure, they were prone to leak oil but still they ran, and they were far better than the previous engines. The Knucklehead led the way into the V-Twins of today.

If you ever happen upon one of these, even if it’s a basket case, you’ve found a real treasure.