The legendary lumpy Birmingham ball buster is without a doubt a fucking gorgeous bit of two wheeled sex in its more common format of the definitive clubman road racer made famous during the heyday of the Ace Cafe/Ton-Up lads and those who punted the big single around the numerous old airfield based tracks that were so popular in the Old Dart . . . . that said, my personal favourite versions have always been those destined to a life of sliding, jumping, bucking and barking on the scrambles and oval tracks of the UK, Australia and the U.S of A where their reputation was equal to and even beyond that of their gleaming, clean, slick shod brethren.
It might be something to do with spirit of McQueen from 'The Great Escape' seeming to always haunt my thoughts on classic off road action, even though he and Bud were peddling Trumpies away from the Nazis, or it may be the fantastic fucking noise these potentially leg breaking beasties blast from their single, reverse cone mini megas, more likely it's a combination of the whole bloody caper, the complete package of a super cool lookin bike that goes like the proverbial scalded pussy cat with no lights, no rego and no fear . . . . whatever it is, the BSA Gold Star 500 is worth its weight in cool when doin it in the dirt or in circles.
THANKS TO 'JOHNNYKABQ' AND 'YORCHIE' FOR THE POOTUBE ACTION.
Ha Bravo !!! Now i need one !!! ;)
ReplyDeleteIt's on my list. I do have the grandfatherly B-33 500cc cast iron barrel and headed cousin, of the snarling, dirt eating, leg snapping, petrol hog,wheelie poppin',fire road sliding,megaphone blaring,knobby shredding, monster of places past.. like Catalina and moto tracks around the world. Also have in the shed the two cylinder brother of the Goldstar single, a Rocket Scrambler...they would look good together. BSA's are cool.
ReplyDelete"Rev it up old man!"
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