2/16/15

The Flathead, an undeserved underdog



Text by Uwe Ehinger
Studio photo : Benoit Guerry
Motor Photo by Hermann Köpf
others courtesy of Ehinger Kraftrad

As a builder and collector of custom bikes, I love engines so much that I really have a hard time resisting the urge to philosophize about design details like oil pumps and compression ratios for hours on end. Although it’s actually quite easy to explain my fascination with one of the probably most formative machines of the 1930’s and 40’s.

One reason is Harley Davidson. Because although this brand produced a larger number of Flatheads, their Knuckleheads were significantly more popular. This is partly attributable to their sportier performance, but it was also due to the emerging rocker scene in the 1960’s and their portrayal in movies like “Easy Rider”. This created a hype about Knuckleheads and Panheads that persists to this day. And just like everything that’s “cult”, it has little to do with quality or rational thinking. Although the Flatheads manufactured from 1937 to 1948 by brands like Indian, BMW and Brough Superior were technically simpler, they were a lot more robust than over head valves (OHV) engines.

These engines not only made do with less wearing parts, they usually had a larger engine capacity, too. This caught the attention of public authorities such as the police and the army, which both had a preference for Flatheads in the 30’s and 40’s. When Harley offered the New York Police Department around 250 bikes for free, the police only went for the deal once they had been assured that the bikes would be delivered with an Indian red paint finish, the Indian right-hand shift and a Bosch magneto ignition. They were thus given the model name: “UMG” for magneto generated.

Another advantage of these engines, especially for collectors, is their versatility. There are an abundance of different models – such as U, UL, UH, ULH, UMG, UA and UN – and much fewer of them were manufactured than some of the Knucklehead models. There are so many versions of Flatheads; even a Navy edition consisting of just 10 bikes, which were only used in parades. If anyone happens to have one of these at home, I recommend that you relocate your domicile to a bank vault.

But the most impressive thing about the Flathead is its sound. It’s indescribable! Let me try: a hungry T-Rex with a filthy temper. Trapped in the Royal Concert Hall. Deep, rumbling and forceful. Because unlike the Knucklehead, the Flathead doesn’t require a rattling rocker arm in the cylinder head.

The Flathead comes with so many inspiring characteristics for motorcycle enthusiasts that it is easily the most underestimated engine type in the world. This turns it into a furious underdog, an outlaw in the shadow of the famous Knucklehead. But didn’t it all begin with outsiders?




This 41 UL was restored by Francis Villedon @ Milwaukee Belle for Fabrice Roux, The motor was rebuilt byAlain Servie






More U models by Ehinger Kraftrad



2/2/15

Wot No Bike – Paintings by Paul Simonon: bassist, motorcyclist, artist



Having been a Bassist for many years in various Punk and post-Punk bands, I always had a special affection for theses background guys, those who usually works in the shadow... More rarely they can be the "Hero" like Jean Jacques Burnel in the Stranglers or Lemmy Kilminster in Motörhead. Paul Simonon bassist of the Legendary "Clash" was a frontman and also the sex symbol, nowadays Paul looks quiet, expressing his talent through painting.
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Many thanks to our Friend David Lancaster for the words and Dave Norvinbike for the photos.






“A leather jacket never ages”


Paul Simonon’s first memory of motorcyclists is etched in his mind. “It was in Paddington, where I grew up,” he recalls. “Rockers would hang around the 59 Club there, tearing up and down on bikes. One time, a bunch of these characters started wolf-whistling my mum. I said: ‘Who are they?’ – like she knew them. We kept walking. But something lodged. These things are very vivid when you’re a kid – these people racing around, the leathers like a suit of armour.”
Fast forward some years, and the former Clash bassist’s new series of paintings and book Wot No Bike distil a lifetime of painting and riding motorcycles, and the enduring appeal of the classic biking and punk rock uniform: the black leather jacket.


The Clash were perhaps the coolest and most enduring of punk bands. In addition to his bass playing and occasional song writing, Simonon’s artistic sense and drive also led the band’s distinctive look and stagecraft. Since the band disbanded in 1986 and frontman Joe Strummer passed away in 2002, Simonon has played with Damon Albarn’s groups Gorillaz and The Good, the Bad and the Queen.

But painting came before bass playing. As did motorcycling – a later brush with two-wheeled culture came when when a scholarship took him to Byam Shaw School of Art in central London. “There was girl there called Dianne. She was a short little girl, but she had this great big British bike,” he recalls. His head was turned onto British bikes.


The Paddington of Paul Simonon’s childhood, his home just minutes from the 59 Club, still bore the scars of its semi-industrial past. A nexus of road, rail and canal trades meant the area’s streets were a potent brew of workshops and pubs servicing the rail and canal industries. In many ways it was still the Paddington captured by one of his favourite artists, Algernon Newton, dubbed the ‘Canaletto of the Canals’ after his 1930 view of The Regent’s Canal, Paddington. Newton’s work, according to critic Richard Dorment, captured “vast featureless brick blocks built during the industrial revolution that had by then fallen into a state of dereliction”. Even in the 1950s and 60s when Paul was growing up in west London this remained the case – splashes of colour, such as they were, were mainly the state-monopoly red of Routemaster buses and Giles Gilbert Scott’s robust telephone boxes.


The area – “holding on to its soul today, just” according to Paul – housed the 59 Club in the hall by St Mary’s Church. It was run with a benign zeal by Father Graham Hullett, a committed motorcyclist and man of the cloth who, according to regulars, “wore his faith lightly”. For Lenny Paterson, 59 Club regular who was later to reignite so much with his Rocker Reunion Runs of the early 80s, “the 59 Club in its Paddington heyday was a magic time.” Not only did it offer a place for London’s young rockers to ride to, meet at, and fall in love in but in 1968 its private members’ status meant it was able to screen László Benedek’s The Wild One for the first time in the UK after the film was banned in the late 1950s.


The classic 1950s and 1960s rocker look of black jacket, straight-legged denims or leathers which had struck Paul in the late 1960s would re-emerge in punk of the mid-1970s, but not without a struggle. The greasers and teds of the 70s would cross the street to start a fight with a punk. As Joe Strummer observed in a late interview, punks took their uniform and “tore it up… which they saw as disrespecting their kit.”


Yet, despite fights on the King’s Road between teds and punks, the links of style and personnel between music and motorcycling had never been so close since the 1950s. As fellow punk pioneer and classic motorcyclist David Vanian of The Damned says, “Rock and roll of the 50s came and went really quickly, and didn’t get a chance to mature. The look was clean, sharp.” The links between the two struck legendary DJ John Peel too, seeing the “raw energy of early rock and roll” re-emerge in punk’s guitar-led attack compared to the stoner-indulgence of much 1970s music.


It was fellow musician, the late Nigel Dixon from rockabilly outfit Whirlwind, with whom a shared love of motorcycles – and chance – led the two to take up biking Stateside and a further chapter in Simonon’s two-wheeled and musical life. “After the break-up of The Clash, we spun a globe – to see it land on El Paso. So we sold our bikes in the UK, and went to live in El Paso, and bought these two old Harleys,” he recalls. After riding across from El Paso to LA, the two pitched up at a bar to be met by a girl Paul knew from London. “Paul, I can’t believe you’ve got a bike like Steve’s!” she said. And so ensued recording sessions with Bob Dylan and months riding around LA on old Harleys with Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols and others, “Like a long, leather motorcycle snake,” as Paul puts it.

But the major influence on Paul Simonon’s motorcycling was the author, eccentric and Russian art expert, Johnny Stuart, introduced to him by Dixon. “The first Triumph I had was a white and gold 3TA”, Paul recalls. “And then a 5TA off a mate of Johnny Stuart’s. We’d all hang out, go for runs. I got to know him very well.”


Stuart was a key figure in late 70s and 80s London classic motorcycling, and Paul’s life at the time. Not only did he pen the seminal Rockers! in 1987 which collated and chronicled the rockers’ movement (Paul is photographed in it) but he built up an archive of original jackets and a network of friends and riding buddies who crossed boundaries of class, work and background. Paul remembers a “complete one-off – a scholar, rocker, great host.” Appointed Sotheby’s expert in Russian icons in the 1970s (his rival at Christie’s dubbed him the “greatest authority on Russian art outside of Russia”) he passed away at the age of just 63. A jacket of Johnny’s features in Wot No Bike.

“Johnny loved every aspect of 50s and 60s motorcycling,” says Paul. “The look, the bikes, the sound. Like everything he did, he became an expert.” His lodgers, Crispin Ellis and Trudi Gartland, would park their bikes next to their ground-floor double bed after a run, and Stuart’s Colville Mews house was, until the very end of the illness which took his life in 2003, a heady mix of Russian icons, dismantled Triumph engines, rockers and musicians such as Siouxsie Sioux, Brian Setzer from the Stray Cats and, of course, Paul. “You’d come home and there’d be a few bikes outside,” Trudi recalls. “But also a black limo, surrounded by bodyguards, as Johnny was valuing a piece of Russian art for some high roller.”


There is a quiet determination about Paul Simonon. He’d been playing bass for just six months before The Clash’s first recording. Yet, just a few years later, the band cut London Calling, dubbed by Rolling Stone magazine the best album of the 1980s. Simonon’s reggae-infused bass is a key part of such epitaphs: on the album’s title track it is as distinctive as Herbie Flowers’ playing on Lou Reed’s Walk On The Wild Side, adding a muscular energy and attitude to the limited canon of bass-lines you can you hum, but which also make the record. “The only punk band with groove,” according to Scott Rowley.

Paul Simonon and Author David Lancaster
His painting displays the same application. For an earlier series of London landspaces, part of the process was “just getting out there, on a bridge, in the wind and rain, and painting,” he says. “I’d avoid eating or drinking – you didn’t want to leave the stuff unattended, or pack it up for a break. So I just carried on, with the odd smoke, for hours.” These days, his Paddington studio is warmer but the same work ethic is evident as the visitor takes in several canvasses on the go. He likes to “keep painting through”. Such commitment extends to being imprisoned for two weeks after working on a Greenpeace ship as a chef, his background unknown to his fellow activist-inmates.



Wot No Bike captures much about classic motorcycling, in elegant still-life. The artist himself is an off-screen presence to a jacket on a chair, or gloves, cigarettes and crash hat resting after a run. “A leather jacket never ages,” he says. A jacket swapped with Joe Strummer for one of Paul’s earlier works – “he couldn’t believe I would paint washing up, in a sink… so we swapped” – carries the title of the book and exhibition.

The paintings are refreshingly traditional, in the realist tradition Paul admires. And in the dark creases, distress and crumpled leather it speaks volumes of two-wheeled experience, both good and bad. “Johnny Stuart used to urge me to ride in the rain more,” remembers Paul. “I couldn’t see the appeal much then. But now he’s no longer with us to tell, I really get it: the balance of power and traction. The focus.”



Simonon’s daily ride is a lightly modified Hinckley Triumph. “The funny thing is when my mum first saw me with my bike, she said: ‘Oh, that brings back memories – your dad used to have a bike like that, a Triumph.’ Then I found out he was a dispatch rider for the army, in Kenya. These things come out. And now one of my sons has a bike. At a young age, he would say to me: ‘Dad, I want to make something that can propel me somewhere.’ And I’d say: yeah, it’s called a motorcycle.”


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Based on his Introduction to Wot No Bike © David Lancaster
Pictures © Dave Norvinbike as marked, and others

The exhibition runs at the Institute of Contemporary Arts, London SW1 from January 21 until February 6 (www.ica.org.uk).
Copies of the accompanying book available from Amazon and signed copies from www.paulsimonon.com.
Paul Simonon will signing copies of Wot No Bike in London at Waterstones on Saturday January 31.







1/20/15

Two days in Munich :The BMW Museum



Munich,

Cuckoos, Beer, Bayern,Pork Knuckle, Sauerkraut, Lederhosen, and BMW !

We were off last week-end with Jérôme and Valérie to brainstorm with the BMW Motorrad crew about the next edition of Wheels and Waves. A visit at the museum is highly recommanded, the set-up is really fantastic and the proportion between cars and bikes is respected.
Many thanks to Ola, Reinhard, Tras, Hermann and Julia for their warm welcome !