Hello everyone. Please allow me to introduce myself. I acquired my first Vincent about 2 months ago and joined the VOC shortly after. It is a 52 Rapide engine in a 52 Black Shadow frame and had been rebuilt a few years ago with Amal Concentrics, 9:1 pistons and Lightening cams. The fellow I purchased it from had owned it since 1962. Cosmetically it is a mess, needing new paint, extensive polishing, some re-plating and new cables. I have started and it is cleaning up nicely. I will try to post pictures soon. Mechanically it seems sound and it was fairly complete when purchased, missing only the dynamo, regulator, battery and horn. It has a Smiths 5" speedo but is missing the front wheel drive gear so I have not yet determined whether the chronometric is working. I have acquired a Lucas E3L on eBay and am assembling the various parts to attach the drive gear. I considered going the Alton 12 volt route but sort of stumbled on the E3L so I will try that for now.
My fascination/lust for Vincents goes back to the mid 70's when I was living in San Francisco and reading Hunter Thompson. He wrote about the sheer power and thrill of cruising up and down the coast highway on a Vincent. I owned a '69 BSA 650 A65FS and indeed, it was fun (and intimidating) cruising along Highway 1. At the time there was a character living in SF named George Disteel who's only son was killed in the 50's riding a Vincent. George, in the hopes of saving some other father from suffering the same fate as he had, went around buying Vincents and other large bikes which he had transported across the Golden Gate bridge to Marin County. There he rented space in farmers chicken coops and disabled the bikes in some clever way. In '75 or '76 George died with no heirs and no possessions and the state buried him in the pauper fields. About a year later they discovered that he owned title to all of these valuable bikes and had an auction. I went intending to finally acquire the object of my lust, only to be out bid by the rest of California who showed up with the same idea and more disposable cash than I. I should have begged borrowed or stolen to get the cash because the most expensive bike went for under $2000 but at the time all I had was $600. I did pick up a ‘44 DKW 350cc single cylinder two-stroke. Everyone was there for the big Vins, so the bidding was not fierce on the Deek. I still have it. To give you some idea of my poverty at the time, I disassembled the bike and brought it back as excess baggage (sans motor which I shipped by rail) on a flight to New York City where I had moved. It cost me all of $50 for the excess bag fees, and about the same for the rail freight.
Ever since that time I have been searching for a Vincent but they always seem to be just beyond my financial reach. When I finally found my bike, it was still way more money than I had ever spent for anything except my house but I was determined to own a Vincent before I became too infirm to ride one. I somehow scraped together the money. Being recently separated from a fiscally conservative and non-riding wife helped. I consider myself lucky to have finally acquired the ‘Mona Lisa of motorcycles’ as Ted Bishop describes them in his book, ‘Riding with Rilke’ (I recommend it. It’s a pretty good read!)
If you are still reading this, forgive my longwindedness. The story just started flowing onto the screen. If any of you acquired your Vincents by way of George Disteel I would love to hear from you.
Regards,
Michael Lewin (mgl2002)
My fascination/lust for Vincents goes back to the mid 70's when I was living in San Francisco and reading Hunter Thompson. He wrote about the sheer power and thrill of cruising up and down the coast highway on a Vincent. I owned a '69 BSA 650 A65FS and indeed, it was fun (and intimidating) cruising along Highway 1. At the time there was a character living in SF named George Disteel who's only son was killed in the 50's riding a Vincent. George, in the hopes of saving some other father from suffering the same fate as he had, went around buying Vincents and other large bikes which he had transported across the Golden Gate bridge to Marin County. There he rented space in farmers chicken coops and disabled the bikes in some clever way. In '75 or '76 George died with no heirs and no possessions and the state buried him in the pauper fields. About a year later they discovered that he owned title to all of these valuable bikes and had an auction. I went intending to finally acquire the object of my lust, only to be out bid by the rest of California who showed up with the same idea and more disposable cash than I. I should have begged borrowed or stolen to get the cash because the most expensive bike went for under $2000 but at the time all I had was $600. I did pick up a ‘44 DKW 350cc single cylinder two-stroke. Everyone was there for the big Vins, so the bidding was not fierce on the Deek. I still have it. To give you some idea of my poverty at the time, I disassembled the bike and brought it back as excess baggage (sans motor which I shipped by rail) on a flight to New York City where I had moved. It cost me all of $50 for the excess bag fees, and about the same for the rail freight.
Ever since that time I have been searching for a Vincent but they always seem to be just beyond my financial reach. When I finally found my bike, it was still way more money than I had ever spent for anything except my house but I was determined to own a Vincent before I became too infirm to ride one. I somehow scraped together the money. Being recently separated from a fiscally conservative and non-riding wife helped. I consider myself lucky to have finally acquired the ‘Mona Lisa of motorcycles’ as Ted Bishop describes them in his book, ‘Riding with Rilke’ (I recommend it. It’s a pretty good read!)
If you are still reading this, forgive my longwindedness. The story just started flowing onto the screen. If any of you acquired your Vincents by way of George Disteel I would love to hear from you.
Regards,
Michael Lewin (mgl2002)