The motorcycle community in Southern California is a small world. Everyone rides Angeles Crest and Malibu, we buy parts from the same shops, and we know all the guys that have a lot of really cool bikes. Or, at least I thought I did.
Then my dad, who’s never owned a motorcycle in his life, called me up convinced there was a friend of a friend with a collection I needed to see. He tells me that the guy who owns these bikes has a son who was a racer, that a lot of the bikes are race bikes and, most importantly, that he’s not a pirate. I wasn’t expecting much, but I brought my camera anyway. :continue: