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Special

Christmas Issue

Giant Pullout

David Mann Poster!

plus 32-page

Gift Catalog!

Sturgis Women

And The Mystery

Magazine

"Indestructible"

Harley Rendezvous

Reigns In New York

DAVIDSON

German

Fox Hunt

Winner Makes

The Cover

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NUMBER 186

Bike Features

Sammy's sleek white Sporty is

built for the asphalt

quarter-mile

This custom Evo proves anything

is possible with bucks and the

right connections

After a lotta manual-studyin',

Jim knocked out the righteous

93-inch '65 pan our German

Fox Hunt winner, Petra,

perched on

Arlin's "vacation" in Sturgis

turned his ride into a curbside

dust-catcher

Foxy Rider

1985 shovelhead trike/

Diane McRay

Reader's Ride

1967 Harley-Davidson FLH/

Ron Elliott

Events

Harley Rendezvous survives 10

years of providin' a partyin'

atmosphere for New York and

East Coast bikers ....

Find out what we did with the

Black Hills Classic this

year

PAS ENCUES

Biker Hall Of Fame

Acknowledging those who

have made motorcycling what it

was, is, and will be

Fiction

Chance Meeting... Dennis White

Sixteen years later, Vietnam vet finds

his bro fighting another kind

of battle and losing. 36

Crazy Bear Svenson and the World's

Best Tight End... Bruce Bethke

Northlands biker gets what he

wants and what he needs for

Christmas

DECEMBER 1988

Articles

Fox Hunt Winner Petra

Rudiments of turbocharging

your Evo

Columns

Spider

Rip's Run

Departments

Wordmonger

Easynews

Passin' Gas

Fox Hunt

In The Wind

Biker's Bulletin Board

Choppershopper

Parts Box

General Store

Calendar

What events are down the road

from state to state .....

nteresting dilemma,

drag racing. As any

small-time drag

racing aficionado

knows as he tenses for

the lights on the line (at

any of the last surviving

dragstrips), drag racing

ain't cheap. As the

blood rushes from his

knuckles, his grip on

the bars tightens, toes

barely touch the

chemical-soaked pave-

ment, nostrils fill with the powerful scent of fuel

mixtures, and he knows that part of the battle to

beat his last time is the fight for funds. Fear,

anxiety, excitement, and competition rush

through the pilot's arteries as he desperately

tries to anticipate not only the Christmas tree of

lights staring him in the face, but the cost of

making the next meet.

Then the lights on the tree snap to green, the

throttle reaches that borderline level of revs to

obtain the best traction for the take-off without

losing control, and the clutch is snapped. The

rear wheel peels rubber against the asphalt, the

friction creates billows of hot smoke as the

seconds begin to tick, and the roar tears at the

spectators' ears as the pilot speed-shifts as effi-

ciently as possible to maintain peak accelera-

tion through the quarter-mile.

If the builder/rider doesn't break down, in his

10 seconds of adrenaline rush he probably only

spent a grand and his own time for that particu-

lar race day-not bad. But considering the

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'Course, there was plenty of money to

be made by selling weekend tickets at

multibucks a head, and like always, as

soon as dough became involved, so did

the headaches.

The Harley Rendezvous has evolved

from a family-sponsored event into a

family-splitting political football. Egos,

paranoia, and discrimination have been

the big winners since its inception in '79.

Oddly enough, the problems never

stemmed from the bikers attending the

event, but from personal vendettas

drummed up by local politicians fearful of

losing their power.

At long last, Rendezvous promoter

Kemp O'Connell has won the war, but not

without surviving a fair number of skir-

mishes waged against him and his event.

Kemp has avoided trouble by buying his

own property, a 177-acre farm outside of

Mariaville, a dot on the map between the

New York State Thruway and Interstate 88.

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n 1980 a pack of this rag's staffers

made a long night out of hopping a

plane cross-country to upstate New

York. After the traditional driving-under-

the-influence stop on the way to the big

birds at L.A. International, the subsequent

missing of flights and connections, and

beaucoup flight transfers from small air-

ports in out-of-the-way burgs, we three

weary Western burnouts hooked up at

something called the Harley Rendezvous

in Old Saratoga, New York, also known as

Smalltown, USA.

Between then and now, we've all ma-

tured, including the Rendezvous. From its

infancy, it was geared toward being an op-

portunity for East Coast bikers to party

and boogie under first-class conditions:

food served nonstop, bands, field events,

biker art and bike shows, tit contests, a

swap meet, and showers for anyone who

needed 'em. What more could a scooter

tramp want?

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This scooter was purchased in

1975, and since then it has

been properly maintained and

ridden over most of the country. In

1982 the owner came across an old

Corvair turbo unit, which he rebuilt

and installed on the 74. The unit was

cumbersome and outmoded, but it

put out two or three pounds of boost

and pulled like a Kodiak bear.

For two years the owner ran it with-

out a hitch, except for occasionally

blowing exhaust gaskets. But after

two years of flirtin' with turbo power,

he was itching for a lighter, more

state-of-the-art setup.

First the heads were removed, and

dual-bolt exhaust manifolds were in-

stalled to prevent blown gaskets.

Everything was safety-wired to make

the installation even tighter. The

pipes were specially designed - the

head portion is 134-inch, stepping

down to 15-inch for higher pres-

sure to accelerate turbo response.

With up to 10 pounds of boost, the

turbo ran with no problems; at 12

pounds it began to blow head

gaskets, but that was corrected with

copper head gaskets. Beyond 12

pounds, however, the pistons began

to collapse and the lower end began

to scream. But what the hell - by

then, ya can't hang on to the bars

with the kind of power the turbo's

dishing out, so who needs the extra