From Big Bang to suck-squeeze-bang-blow and beyond
An illustrative melange
WHILE RESEARCHING MATERIAL for this timeline I’ve come across shedloads of pics which lack an exact date or background information. Rather than leaving them to moulder away unlooked at, here they are. The illustrations are in an approximation of chronological exactitude; I’ve grouped the Indian, Harley and ‘other US’ pics together, ditto the pacer and Great War images, but in general this is just a box of old pics to browse through for your pleasure. Motor cycles and motor cyclists from out past, they live on in our memories. A great many of these pics appear courtesy of my chum Francois, who has an astonishing archive of motor cycle photos and postcards including many from France, Germany and the USA. Many more of his illustrations may be found in the Leicester Phoenix MCC’s excellent site lpmcc.net which is required reading for any touring/rallying enthusiast. Francois’ contributions are to be found in the galleries of rally badges/reports and, primarily, in his commendable Memories of Yesteryear. I’m obliged to Francois and to Ben at lpmcc.net for allowing me to reproduce the Yesteryear series which you can reach via the main menu. I update this gallery regularly so you might care to take a regular look-see. If you happen to have information on any of these pics for use as captions, or indeed pics you’d like to see included get in touch via motorcycletimeline@gmail.com.
This tidy in-line four appears here, rather than in the timeline proper, because I knew nothing about it until Czech enthusiast (and fellow Ixion afficianado) Josef identifyied it as a Laurin & Klement. Josef reports that the firm had been making motor cycles since 1898 under the Slavia banner. He adds that this was the company’s second four so I did a little digging and t’other L&K four appears below. Mnohokrát děkuji, Josef, jezděte bezpečně.
Messrs Osmont and Fossier on the racing trikes that were, for a time, leaders of the racing pack.
This worthy is named Rigal.
Cycle pacers used some monstrous engines to achieve the speeds they needed to fulfil their role, but judging by that lump of 2×2 this is a static posed pic. For your delectation, here’s a selection of pacers…
The rider in this nicely posed shot of a pacer, Jules Thé, was equally at home on a racing motor cycle.
Another champion motor cyclist aboard a pacer: Henri Cissac set a number of world records (you’ll find details elsewhere in the timeline) and, judging by the postcard caption he and cyclist Tommy Hall had just set a cycling record too.
There’s something of the cyberpunk about this streamlined pacer which, according to the caption on the original postcard, was dubbed ‘Lucifer’. Messrs Luthier and Brunier set a world one-hour record at Montléry; presumably the device on Lauthier’s back was a receptacle for Brunier’s forehead.
This one was taken at the Vélodrome de Tours.
Pacers were huge; racing motor cycles were lighter and more nimble…
French racer Champoiseau doing his thing on a wooden velodrome.
Another velodrome French daredevil; this is M Pernette.
Andre Grapperon was a French champion boardracer, pictured here during a visit to the US aboard his Anzani-powered Alcyon. Note that he won a race at Evreux, in Normandy, at 71.4mph.
Road racing flourished on the Continent during the first decade of the 20th century; here are two more Alcyons; the rider looks much like Grapperon.
1912 2ND FRENCH GP SCHWALM TERROT
Photographer Jean Gilleta with his De Dion trike.
An on-bike entertainment system, circa 1912.
This enthusiast looks proud of his Bradbury, and I don’t blame him one bit.
This postcard was marked “Hull ACU Rally”. It’s clearly pre-WW1 which is decades before the first ACU National Rally; is this a Hull-based club? Let’s hope they enjoyed their run.
This bike is pictured next to a heavy haulage rig in the village of St Pardoux la Riviere in the Dordogne.
Laon, in north-west France, was the medieval capital of the Carolingian kings; it had clearly quietened down a bit by the time this rider appeared.
Carqueiranne is a seaside resort in Alpes-Côte d’Azur, in south-East France; note the hand tinted sky.
“Une entree de Paris” was the caption on this postcard.
As the postmark shows this snap dates from 1903. Finistère is on France’s north-west Atlantic coast; Quimperlé is a flourishing city. The bike is a 1903 FN.
Best known of the FN family, the in-line four.
This smartly turned out couple are clearly enjoying a jaunt on their combo, but what is it? The name on the tank is Flying Dutchman; is it a one-off? We may never know.
The Contal Triporteur was a familiar sight on Parisian streets with a tradesman’s box up front (the Brits generally opted for tradesman’s sidecars). Prinarily designed for stop-start deliveries, of course, but a couple of heroes took a beefed-up version on the 1907 Paris-Peking rally. The made it home by train (find out more in the 1907 page).
This snap was taken in Nancy and seems to show a group of posties.
These nautical nippers are mounted on an Italian Frera, which was in production for exactly half a century from 1906; when this snap was taken it was one of Italy’s leading marques.
Next time you’re astride a moden motor cycle and wishing you could put both your feet flat on the ground, remember that seat heights used to be lower…sometimes much lower.
Note the foot-guard (surely too small to be called a legshield) at the front of the footboard. A reminder that in those pre-tarmac days keeping road mud away from the rider was at least as important as the weather-protection gear we fit nowadays, which is why legshields were once more common than windscreens.
‘Action’ shots were hard to get in the days of whole-plate glass negatives but a French snapper managed it during this long-distance trial.
No details to hand of this group, except that the riders were members of an Ohio club.
In the early years of the 20th century Peugeot twins were almost unassailable—one powered Rem Fowler’s Norton to victory in the first TT—but most, of course, were installed in roadsters.
In 1909 two chaps went for a ride. I hope it was a good one.
No date on this one, but the rider on that daunting velodrome is Verscaeve, ‘The demon of Liege’.
Our colonial cousins to the west of the pond have a rich motor cycling heritage…
“No sand too deep, no hill too steep”…the freedom of motor cycling…
…Here are some more members of the Indian tribe…
A nice day to take mama and papa out for a sedate jaunt on the Indian combo
…but this is one combo with a dual personality: it leans on corners. The rider’s cap is back-to-front to handle some spirited roadburning and the passenger doesn’t look impressed.
Not just an Indian, nor just any Indian rider. This is Arthur Moorhouse with the Indian he rode to 3rd place in the 1911 Senior TT.
These chaps were out on a spree in 1907.
Also from 1911, this is the Indian team on their happy hunting ground, Daytona Beach.
This is Harry Glenn, pictured in 1912 against the almost sheer surface of the Atlanta Motordrome.
Racing the boards on an autodrome—these board tracks were chillingly known as ‘murderdromes’ in response to their safety record.
When Indian riders married, the tribe went to church.
This veteran was pictured in 1914. It’s a sobering thought that he might have fought in the war between the States, when Springfield was know for firearms rather than Indians.
This smartly dressed youngster was pictured in 1915, just a couple of years before the US doughboys headed for the Western Front.
No, not a Great War outfit—this Indian machine-gun carriage is in the hands of police officers. The Brits had to make do with their truncheons.
This 1,000cc Indian, ridden by a chap named Vanella, is pictured at the 1913 Grench Grand Prix.
This pitstop, clearly in Europe rather than the Stetes, depicts an Indian rider named Amadeo Ruggeri.
This photo, and the two that follow, were taken in 1926. Say hello to cousins Henry Beck and Eric Cribb.
Two pots good…
Cool or what? There’s something of Marlon Brando in The Wild One about this pic; but unlike the fictional Johnny in the movie, this Indian rider won his trophy. I assume he’s the Butch Bittner who signed the photo. The caption tells us he won a 20-miler at Annaheim, California, in 1912.
Another cool Indian rider, the great Jake de Rosier, pictured on the motordrome that finally claimed his life.
It would be rude to leave out the Harley boys (and girls)…
This Harley combo with its delightful sunshade for the passenger (who is presumably wielding the camera) was pictured in the first year of peace.
Same year, same marque.
Harley teamsters Jim Davis, Maldwyn Jones and Irving Janke.
Bill Brier was another Harley ace; he’s pictured at the Sioux City track in 1915.
This Harley rider, with his cup on the front of his bike (just like Brando in The Wild Ones) was pictured in 1922.
Calf rides hog…in 1912.
And in those days Indian and Harley-Davidson didn’t have the Stateside market all to themselves…
The Thor riders are clearly having a jolly time with the twin and the single; their Harley chum seems to be sulking.
This example is still on the road.
Ralph de Palma campaigned a Merkel on East Coast dirt tracks; this snapshot dates from 1910.
Flying Merkels made their name on the motordromes but there were plenty of them on the road too…
The Pope cycle (later motor cycle) company was established by Civil War veteran Colonel Pope; his son Albert was the main man behind the motor cycle business.
From the mid-1890s until 1993, Sears and Roebuck Co produced a mail order catalogue offering anything from clothes to fire arms to the plans and materials to build a house. And from 1910 until the US belatedly entered the Great War the range included rebadged Thiem and Thor motor cycles.
Even today, averaging 20mph over a 600-mile run demands a little effort; in 1909 on dirt roads this team of Yale riders from the Chicago MCC earned their trophy.
This Excelsior shows how the pillion seats of the time were mounted over the carrier…
…and an Excelsior clearly had room for two strapping chums.
The hill’s certainly steep…
…but not as steep as the rough wooden autodrome where this Excelsior earned its keep in 1914.
“Miss Agnes Goudy of Los Angeles is another member of the fair sex to adopt the motorcycle as the ideal means of travel and recreation during the war.”
This Excelsior, carrying what is presumably a club pennant, dates from 1915.
As well as making stylish roadsters, Excelsiors were competitive racers.
This is the Excelsior-Henderson plant.
Here’s a rarity: a Curtiss, and the nipper who had it, and flogged it. Check out the original press agency caption, below.
Two Wagners, both built in 1909, one pictured in 1909, t’other as it looks after 113 years.
This excellent studio portrait dates from 1912.
This Wagner was around in 1915.
This is the 1915 model Reading Standard.
And here’s an assortment of snaps of Americans and their motor cycles starting with, inevitably, Harleys vs Indians:
With a big twin, a canoe for a side hack (as our colonial cousins described their sidecars) and his trusty longarm, this hardy pioneer was clearly able to live off the land.
…and while these smartly dressed chaps look less like pioneers, their outfit is still just the job.
“Scarcely tempting now—but when they are broiled there is nothing better than broiled lobsters. Mrs John E Hogg, wife of the well known writer, shows off a few of the day’s catches.” Fowl, fish, lobsters, outfits brought home the bacon.
This indoor portrait features a Yale, a Merkel and an Indian, as well as a rather cute puppy.
Seattle, 1914 and what seems to be the start of a road trial.
These cheerful chaps were pictured in 1915.
That was fun, but now, let’s get back to Europe.
This tri-car was pictured at Le Mans; judging by the competition number this elegantly dressed chap was engaged in a rather gentil race.
“An unforeseen breakdown. To become engaged it’s good to hurry—parents must be asked for the one we wish to marry.” (Apologies to French speakers, not least Fanfan, for the clumsy translation.)
The French seem to have been worried about the effect of breakdowns on engagements (and, yet again, sorry for the schoolboy translation): “Crack! No way to move forward—what will my fiancee say? Damn this breakdown, you will destroy my happiness!”
Another fine studio pose, but this enthusiast seems to be having more luck with his lady love.
This pic, and the next two, are of the Terrot factory which was at one point the biggest in France. The marque was established in 1901—these snaps date from 1902—and survived into the sixties.
Terrot fielded a formidable factory racing team.
This postcard depicts the start of a shift at the DeDion Bouton factory.
…and here’s an equally historic site: Triumph’s original home in Coventry (until 1940 when noisy neighbours from the Luftwaffe inspired to a move to Meriden).
Yes, there was a time when Japanese enthusiasts bought their motor cycles from Coventry.
Clearly a keen motor cyclist, Yvonne Degraine was an Olympic (100-metre) swimmer.
In the years before the Great War a number of enthusiasts volunteered to take their bikes to Army manoeuvres to demonstrate their practicality. This snap dates back to 1910.
Here’s a selection of images of motor cycles and the chaps who rode them in the Great War. Many of them are courtesy of my chum Francois; you’ll find many more WW1 pics in his Images of Yesteryear.
The uniformed Belgian doesn’t look much older than the nippper on the bike.
You couldn’t get more British than a Tommy on a ‘Trusty’ Triumph…
…and here’s an equally stirring card of a Jerry. The poem translates, extremely loosely, as: “Motorcyclist Howling along the track—hot steed snorting! ha, four against one…move, bike, move! They’re after me! Onward, trusty steed, get me out of this my faithful comrade. Will we surrender? Not a chance. We both have German blood in our veins! Four against one. That’s the way our enemies like it. That’s the way it goes nowadays for you too, my beloved fatherland.“
Here’s a poillut in similar circumstances with three more to follow.
This is rather poignant; a pedalling poillut pays his respect to the French equivalent of Chelsea pensioners; they’d have won their spurs in the Franco-Prussian war that had left a generation of young Frenchmen eager for a rematch.
By war’s end the US had developed specialised AA combos. This Indian is armed with a modified Colt-Browning marketed as a Marlin.
A Russian combo in a nicely posed anti-aircraft propaganda pic, and here are some more Russian DRs…
These Russian machine gunners are from the 39th Tomsk regiment.
This combo, pictured in 1915, is crewed by Tommies.
This armoured sidecar was pictured in 1914. Assault combos clearly had no future in the mud of the western front, which was good news for the unarmoured rider.
This machine-gun unit, with its Triumph-mounted Rupert, was going into action in 1918.
These German DRs are pictured at Avesnes railway station.
This despatch rider pauses by a grave at Verdun in 1916. Note the German observation balloon in the background.
This Romanian DR seems to be need of air in his rear tyre.
For once a name to go with the picture: this poilut is one Henri Berlaudiaux, photographed in 1915.
It’s 20 April 1918; this is Lieutenant Sidney Gullett of the Australian Army with his Triumph at Nord-Pas de Calais.
These immaculately turned out Germans and that pristine Wanderer indicate that this photographer was nowhere near the front line.
This is Thann in north-east France, circa 1915.
The trainee DRs are pictured in the States in 1917, though those gasmasks look to be somewhat makeshift.
American DRs ride through a shell-torn French village.
American DRs in training, 1916.
1917: Doughboys under training at Camp Dodge, Iowa.
This doughboy had the good fortune to experience the delights of a Brummy Beeza…
…but he’d doubtless have agreed that his comrade was more fortunate.
Nothing known about this striking pic, but it’s clearly posed; not least because the photographer would have been a sitting target. (And I bet the DRs hated being ordered to lay their bikes down.)
Here are three images of Candians who were in both world wars from start to finish, and whose role is sometimes overshadowed by their North American neighbours.
The bike’s obviously from Milwaukee but these lads are training in British Columbia.
Nice to put a name to the face: this is Captain Hopkins, trying a Duggie for size at Niagara Camp, Ontario.
The combo’s from Springfield, Mass, but these lads are braving the winter in Mohawk, Ontario.
This urbane Douglas rider sports non-WD leather gaiters; is he a civvy? An off-duty DR? No idea. In any case, that’s an impressive headlamp…
…but not as impressive as the searchlight on the front of this Rudge Multi.
Another Rudge Multi, in this case ridden by an RFC officer.
This Army Medical Corps sergeant and his Trusty Triumph both display Red Cross badges.
The Triumph on the left bears a ‘Signals’ emlem, for the Royal Signales Regiment? Maybe, but that’s not the Signals regimental badge. Maybe the armbands indicate that this rider is involved in some sort of military exercise. Again, I really don’t know. The youingster on the right has fitted dropped bars to his Trusty, which indicates a sporting background.
Another WD mount bearing the legend ‘Signals’. Motor Cycle’s Bob Currie, who was a DR with the Royal Signals in World War 2, was of the opinion that only Royal Signals riders were entitled to call themselves Despatch Riders. Lesser mortals, he averred, were properly described as ‘motor cycle orderlies’.
The Graphic was a British weekly illustrated newspaper published from 1869-1932; in 1915 it published a series of photos under the heading ‘Dare-Devil Riders in Training for the Front’.
“By their splendid achievements at the front, the motor-cycle despatch-riders earned from out soldiers the proud nickname of the ‘Dare-devil Riders”. Many a road-hog ‘knut’ of yesterday took to ‘screaming’ under fire along the rough roads of France and Flanders, while hundreds more were in training in England.”
“Despatch-riders using their motor-cycles as shelter and cover. With the two machines forming the sides of the improvised shelter, they are roofed with bundles of faggots and foliage, which effectively screen both man and machines from reconnaitring aircraft.”
“An ambush of motor despatch-riders in training. They are lying in wait for a ‘suspected’ motor-car that they have received orders to search. The men are armed with Service revovlvers.”
“The difficulties and dangers of motor despatch-riders are legion, and their strenuous, invaluable work has been the subject of much praise in the course of the war. Frequently the country through which they have to travel is full of obstructions, bad roads, water-logged byways, etc. But the modern scout on his iron steed is able and willing to go anywhere, even trough a flood as seen in this striking picture, a feat one time regarded as impossible with an air-cooled engine.”
“With our despatch-riders over the icy Pennines.”
A Jerry POW helps keep a Don R on the move.
This Wanderer was pictured in 1916.
‘Somewhere in England’ Canadian trainee dispatch riders about to set out on a run to prepare them for active service on the Western Front.
This snap was taken in Ismailia, Egypt; these Tommies were part of the forces defending the Suez Canal.
The Empire rallied round the flag: these stalwarts rode with the Fith Australian Light Horse.
It’s good to put a name to the face. Pictured astride his Beeza in 1915 is Sgt Bill Humphreys of the RFC.
Here’s Bill again in 1917 with his off-duty mount, and Indian. With those dropped bars and slash-cut straight-through exhausts it might fairly be described as a cafe racer (it was only six years earlier, in what must have seemed another lifetime to Bill and his comrades, that three of the Springfield twins had taken top three spots in the Senior TT).
These poilus were serving with the 66th Infantry Regiment.
A Great War machine gun outfit in colour? Americans, of course.
Machine gun outfits were pressed into action as anti-aircraft platforms…
…while in the absence of radios in aircraft DRs were busy delivering orders and collecting reconaissence reports.
Pigeons were a reliable method of communication and motor cycles were a reliable way of getting them where they were needed.
This pigeon carrier was at Fort Sill, Oklahoma when the war ended, so the pigeons never made it to the western front. You have to wonder how despatch riders reacted to the ‘PIGEON SECTION’ badge on the Harley’s tank.
Note the pigeon’s in training in their cart, on their way to a training flight. The doughboy who looked after them carried the rank ‘pigeoneer’, poor sod.
This magnificent contemporary illustration carried the caption “…during the great German spring offensives of 1918.”
Another fine illustration, this one (in The Graphic) was originally captioned: “British despatch rider halts for welcome refreshment in a partly ruined French village occupied by British troops.”
Entente Cordiale, with John Bull firmly in the saddle.
Some RFC oficers enjoyed the services of chauffeuses with P&Ms.
In 1918 the RFC became the RAF. The uniforms changed but officer transport was still handled by plucky gels and P&M combos.
This chauffeuse seems happy with her P&M and her char…
“…smile, smile, smile…” These jolly Don Rs and mechanics of the 60th Divisional Signal Company, Royal Engineers, are fettling their ‘trusty’ 4hp, 550cc Triumphs.
I suspect this is a contemporary sketch and, judging by the contract between the chinless British officer and the sturdy poilluts, I reckon the artist was French. Note the way that saucy demoiselle is using her riding crop…
Ok it’s a posed pic, but still a charming one. Bless ’em all.
Peace broke out and so, it seems, did these American flappers and their cannine chum…
…not that sensible Englishmen needed sidecars to transport their terriers.
But on the other hand…(yes I know, this one’s a tad anachronistic but it seemed to fit here).
I was going to suggest that her pillion is giving the Excelsor-JAP its seal of approval, but I thought better of it.
That Scott seems determined to keep climbing…
New Knight was in business from 1923-31, assembling bikes with Villiers lumps from 147-344cc as well as four-stroke 293cc JAPs.
Rush looks like an English name; in fact the marque hails from Belgium where machines were built from 1922-34. A Rush won the 1924 Monza GP, powered by a 248cc ohv Blackburne, but the firm also made its own, from 397-599cc.
Another Rush, whose military rider has a well filled flapper bracket.
Say hello to the Meray, made in Hungary from 1921-44 with engines from 172-996cc courtesy of Villiers, Moto Reve, Puch, Blackburne and JAP (from 1936, according to Tragatsch, they also made their own 346cc and 496cc engines).
Judging by the clothing I’d guess that this snap of the Pioneer Run, and the one below, date from the 1950s.
It’s 1925, Bert Denley is on the rough-as-nuts concrete Brooklands sped bowl on a Model 18 Norton (note the mandatory ‘Brooklands can’ silencer. The substantial leather body belt says much about the punding the track inflicted on the rider when going flat-out on a of rigid-frame.
Judging by the hub-centre-steering front end this is an OEC; the sidecar suspension is equally interesting.
Most of the riders in this melange are shown enjoying their motor cycling: this serious chap, named Huchard, earned his keep as a despatch rider between the Soissons and Levallois-Perret factories of the tyre manufacturer Wolber. His mount is a 1930(ish) 350cc Terrot; when the snap was taken he’d covered more than 140,000km on company business.
Here’s another 1930ish machine, and it’s a rare survivor. Meray, in business from 1921-44, was for a time Hungary’s leading marque.