@ 71 yrs young I need to block as much wind as possible or not ride.
I have fashioned a shield that blocks all of the wind so I ride in complete still air......
Slighty off topic, I know, (orright, more'n just a bit, but please bear with me?!
) but your comment (in bold) reminded me of the 1942 WLA Harley that I worked on for our local 'Milko' (shows how long ago this was, back in the days when milk was actually delivered to your door!! :shocked: ) That Harley was just one of 5 he had, the others all newer & easier to ride, but he was getting on a bit & feeling the cold/couldn't kick start that 'bike anymore (bone disease. :sour: ) but he did his milk round on that Harley cos it had a large busted up old crate sidecar on it, and he was an ornery old cuss who simply wasn't gonna let anything like a crippling bone disease slow him down
So I fixed up a large plexiglass windscreen and an electric starter for him/his bike.
hyea: The 'still air' riding behind that screen was fantastic, and it felt great to me! He was fairly happy with it all when he test rode it too, but he called around quite disgusted immediately after doing his first milk round on his newly optioned up WLA Harley.... and he was
:shocked:
It turned out that he loved the elec-starter, but he really wanted me to do something about the bloody windscreen :cus: Every time he got up above about 30mph on the runs between stops, with the milk churns rattling & clanging together & milk sloshing around on the archaic leaf sprung crate sidecar that was circa WW1 vintage, his bleedin' tie would blow out straight & horizontal in front of him, with just the very tip of it flapping madly in the turbulence in that 'still air' I was so proud of achieving!! :shocked: I didn't believe him at first, so I followed him on a ride to see what was happening..... and it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen on a motorbike!! :roflblack:
hyea:
There's this craggy faced old fella, all neat & pristine in his uniform, serious as, cap on his head & sitting up straight like Jackie (as only Ex-Service personnel really do) riding along on this WLA Harley/crate combination with his bloody tie sticking out in front of him horizontally, all of it ramrod straight except for the
very last couple of inches on the tip flapping madly in the breeze, just like a starving puppy trying to get all the milk outta the bowl before his brothers beat him to it!! :clap: roflmao :roflblack: It looked bee-yeww-difully hilarious to me!!
hyea: But it didn't impress him very much! :cus: Said it made him look like a **** :shocked:
Easy fix tho - I put a line of 4 one inch dia holes across the bottom of the windscreen, just enough to let sufficient airflow thru so that that low pressure behind the screen didn't grab his tie, pull it out horizontal, & the turbulence didn't make the tip flap like that! :sour: I was sorta disappointed, but he loved it heaps, and kept on doing his milk round on that Harley for the next 5 or so years until the bone disease made it impossible for him to get on & off. He retired from the milk round then, came to 'work' on our family farm as a 'technical advisor' for all the old gear we had & collected... some of it still in operation, but a lot of stuff we were slowly restoring and putting back to work! He helped us get things working that we hadn't even known what they were beforehand - lasted about 5 more years like that before the bone disease got him, but he kept going right to the very end (nobody was game to try stopping him! :shocked: ) and while he always swore at me for the 'stiff tie' episiode & made it sound as tho it was the most offensive thing he'd ever had to experience, he used to bring it up waaay more than was ever warranted, and he'd regale people at length on how mad he was about it, but he always said it with a twinkle in his eye & always thanked me for helping keep him out there & riding that old WLA when everyone else wanted to '
send him to that knacker's yard of a hospital, cos that's where you send the old cripples to die!' That old WLA Harley's now in storage at the National Motor Museum, waiting for it's next turn out on the display floor, busted up old crate side-car & milk churns & all, along with a bunch of pics & his story, 'Jack Fuller, the Motorcycle Milko.' :2thumbs:
It's not WHAT you Ride, it's THAT you Ride! :thumbup:
But don't forget to leave enough airflow past/around that windscreen to keep your tie down! :shocked: :roflblack:
hyea:
