This is the story of a motorcycle lovers dream & nightmare. Motorcycle enthusiast David of the website Classic Cycles, came across someone’s flickr page that contained photos of an army of motorcycles abandoned in an unknown New York warehouse.
Thru local bike forums, David managed to obtain the location of the warehouse. He was determined to go there and maybe buy an old bike. He & his friend made a 9 hr. trip to the town of Lockport, New York- The door to the building was open.
They cased the building like bank robbers. It was trashed w/stuff everywhere.
The basement was full of old rusty bikes. There were crumbling stairs, that he lightly walked up, and when he opened the door, his jaw dropped.
The room was full of motorcycles. There were holes on the main floor with bikes falling into the basement and there were bikes on the 3rd floor falling onto the main floor.
Half the main floor was concrete and stable so they wandered around and tried to process what they were seeing while trying to be quiet.
He wanted to know more. Thru a friend of a friend, in commercial real estate, he found the owner, whose name was Frank, but he couldn’t enter the building, b/c it had been condemned and he owed back taxes. David began to call Frank regularly, gaining his trust in the hopes of helping him.
Frank bought the building from a collector and salvage shop owner. He tried to pay the back taxes & repair the building, but it was too much. Then, the owner of the cycles passed away at the age of 80.
Finally the city gave Frank a date to get whatever he wanted out of the building. So, David made a 2nd trip and bought 3 cycles- 1 complete bike, a Honda CB350, a rolling Jawa frame from around 1950 and a “what’s it,” made in Germany.
The “what’s it.”
4 days later, they went back, traveling all night and arriving at 7:15am to find 2 large dumpsters full. Frank was ready to scrap everything.
They were able to save some bikes and parts.
Then, one day, the building burned down and the motorcycle graveyard was lost forever. “There will never be another scrap yard like this,” David says woefully. “Motorcycles are much more expensive and with eBay and craigslist there are too many ways to sell bikes and parts.”
http://dcclassiccycles.dynamitedave.com/graveyard.html
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In Memoriam: the great outsider queer Swiss photographer and committed aficionado of firm male flesh Karlheinz Weinberger (10 June 1921 – 10 December 2006) died on this day. He specialized in documenting Elvis-worshiping rockabilly and motorcycle gang subcultures in the sixties and seventies, taking smoldering homoerotic portraits of sullen leather-clad thugs posed like defiant peacocks. It was reading John Waters’ voluble praise that turned me on to Weinberger’s work in the first place, and I am eternally grateful. One regret: I wish I’d snapped up the 2011 coffee table book Rebel Youth when it first came out. It’s slipped out of print since and copies now go for over £100 on eBay! Pictured: portrait of a young greaser punk by Karlheinz Weinberger, 1962.
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