JOYBONE performs at Hwy. 61 Roadhouse & Kitchen

On most Tuesdays the Hwy. 61 Roadhouse Kitchen in Webster Groves, Missouri, holds its Open Mike Night. The big difference was on 09 February 2010, the band JOYBONE made its debut with four songs.

This newly reformed group led by original band member STIX Douglas on drums, Paul Beasley on lead guitar and Jon Fulmer on bass guitar has been playing together for a little over two weeks, but you would never know it from their polished performance.















All three are very talented musicians and their full bodied sound with delightful harmonies kept the crowd entertained.

If you would like to see and hear their performance of three of the four songs simply click the link on the last word of the song title below and it will take you to the video clip.

Everyday I Have the Blues.
I Can See Clearly Now.
Ain't No Sunshine.

Stix Douglas performs with Alvin Jett at Hwy. 61 Roadhouse and Kitchen

Alvin Jett performed an impromptu version of Pants on the Ground during the Tuesday open mike night at the Roadhouse together with STIX Douglas on the drums.

This proved to be beneficial for STIX Douglas who was approached after his performance by Paul Beasley and Jon Fulmer.

After some discussion that night, arrangements were made for this trio to begin practice later this week and reform STIX's band JOYBONE.

You can look forward to hearing from this group in the not too distant future.

In the meantime click on the last word of the song title above to hear and view the song that started it all again.

Ride 4 Sight

By STIX DOUGLAS

After having been cooped up indoors for months motorcyclists anxiously look for opportunity’s to get out into the wind and to blow the cobwebs out of their exhaust pipes.


The Ride for Sight now in its fourth year has established it as THE annual springtime event that draws everyone out. What also makes this ride so special is that, it marks the unofficial start of the motorcycle riding season.
It is the most diverse; regardless of age, gender, make, or model, bikers, motorcyclist, and even those on three wheeled trikes participate. The mixture of seasoned veteran and traditional riders along with novice at a gathering like this makes for many interesting conversations, and provides great opportunities for trading stories and information.

The House Springs Lions Club added and served a gourmet biscuit and gravy breakfast along with coffee that was enjoyed by many early birds. It also made for a great start to a terrific day of riding.




There were many reasons why this year’s Ride for Sight was so successful.

It attracted more than twice the number of motorcycles then it did a year ago. Plus, the Ride for Sight raised enough funds to potentially prevent blindness in over 600 children.


Maybe it was the incredible route that wound through twisting turns and switchbacks in not just one or two, but three separate counties which included Jefferson, Franklin, and Washington that set this year’s ride apart.
Whatever the reason, when the motorcade returned to House Springs late in the afternoon they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of the freshly prepared meal consisting of a Barbeque Pork Steak Dinner complete with all the trimmings, along with a choice of drinks; beer, diet or regular sodas, and bottled water.
The real triumph for any ride like this can be contributed to its many volunteers who graciously donated their time to make this event so successful. Local retailers and businesses also contributed funds which provided for the attendance prizes. After all the raffles and attendance prizes were handed out, those with the best hands received their awards, capping off the end to another great ride.

I was very impressive once again with the Road Captains and members of Am Vets Post #1. They did an outstanding job, not only with the selection of highways and in setting up the Ride for Sight route, which is different each year. But they also executed their service with precision; escorting another safe and well organized 100 mile ride.



Because of their dedication and commitment in doing this I will be looking forward and anxious awaiting next year’s Ride for Sight.



Mark your calendars now and tell others of your plans on attending what continues to be the kickoff to a great riding season. The Fifth Annual Ride for Sight is scheduled for SUNDAY APRIL 25th 2010. I hope to see you there..


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I Am B.A.D.

By STIX DOUGLAS

On Saturday morning September 20th, 2008, while many were enjoying an extended cool morning slumber, organizers of the Second Annual Rips B.A.D. (Bikers Against Diabetes) Ride were busy at work, signing people up and registering motorcyclists from five different locations in and around the St. Louis metro area.

They included Argosy Casino - Alton, and Frieze Harley Davidson - O’Fallon in Illinois, J&W Cycles - Washington, Hooters - St. Peters, and Doc’s Harley Davidson – Kirkwood in Missouri. They converged upon Route 66 State Park near Eureka Missouri for the Festivities.

This event had originated in California a decade earlier by iconic motorcycling photo journalist Rip Rose. Rip’s dream was to have a National ride to help stop the epidemic Diabetes. His dream is coming to light with BAD rides that now include those in California, Arizona, Texas, Iowa, Kansas, Missouri, and Virginia.

I was fortunate to have ridden in the route that left from Doc’s Harley Davidson that morning on time at 9 a.m. Dewayne Black the Head Road Guard from Kirkwood’s HOG Chapter led the procession with eleven other Road Guards all dressed in Caution Orange.

A pleasant surprise was, rather than escorting the parade of motorcycles through a shorter and direct trip down I-44; they instead led a very impressive extended route that went deep in Jefferson County. The members of the Road Crew held the motorcade intact as it continued its safety and persistence throughout stoplight after stoplight until reaching the destination.

The convoy of motorcycles was well received with applause upon its arrival at the festivities inside the Route 66 State Park. Inside the grounds a Flag Ceremony took place and Monty Schruck of Road Riders for Jesus St. Louis Chapter said a blessing bringing the festivities officially underway.

Everything about the BAD Ride had been expertly planned including printed out schedules of events designed to include whole families. Rips BAD Ride is not a poker run: what it is though is a FULL DAY of Riding, Big Entertainment, delicious food, and lots of activities with a good vibe.

The Who Band, Bobby and the Big Wheels, along with Pocket Change were the Live Music Groups that provided excellent sounds throughout the day.

The success of Rips BAD Ride is directly related to the dedication of those involved in this ride, which is only in its second year in this area. Everyone is to be commended for their part in raising over $40,000 to help fight and find a cure for Diabetes.
This year’s Senior Executive Director, Ed Clay, informed me this was the first time for Route 66 State Park to be used for this or any other event. Many would agree it was an excellent location that has long been overlooked until now. With the success of this year’s BAD Ride, the parks location and its availability marks it as the place to be for the coming years BAD Ride to continue and to grow.

Tentative dates are hard to come by this early but with the dedication of volunteers and those getting onboard for next year you can expect to see the Third Annual Rip’s B.A.D. Ride on Sunday, September 27th 2009 Mark your calendars now so that you don’t miss out on being a part of this growing and challenging event for next year.
For more information on Rip as well as the history of Rips BAD Ride here is a very helpful website.


http://badride.diabetes.org/site/PageServer?pagename=BR_homepage

The Legend of Sturgis Beer

By STIX DOUGLAS

Once Upon a Time…at a place not far from here, many, many years ago there was a lad who had dreams of going traveling to far away lands. Born and raised poor he believed that if there ever was a will, there is always a way.
To reach the goal of his dream he made a decision to give up the habit of smoking,saved up his money and eventually, bought himself an old broken down Iron Steed.


There would be many long days and many more nights while burning the midnight oil working to fixing it. His dreams were slowly becoming realized as he begin to take it for rides around his humble village.  Soon He became more confident and began to increased the distances.

One day while stopped out on one of these rides he overheard others talking of this place that they referred to as the Mecca of Motorcycling. In the other villages he heard more wild stories of things that had happened to those whom had gone there.
At first It seemed as if all knew of or claimed to have gone…..at least once to this mysterious place.

There were so many tales and myths that hardly any of it seemed believable. Each story was more exaggerated then the next. Each was filled with every type of challenge imaginable. Those that had gone unprepared often suffered great consequences. There were so many extremes that many hadn't been ready for.

There were tall tales of mind altering road mirages as well as some who had experienced organized confusion. There was ghastly and dreadful stories of terrible storms unlike any that he had seen or had heard of including the Winds of Change. Where once you had gone through you would never be the same again.

Others told of heat so unrelenting that it caused delusions. Some had barely survived while they were broke down on the plains. They had been trapped, stuck out in the sun in the heat for hours with no shade. They described it as merciless as if they were in the desert.
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Secretly he knew if he were to ever go to this place that he would have to plan and be prepared to take on this quest. Many that would go to the Mecca often would travel together in caravans. There is always safety in numbers.

To prepare himself he begun to ride the Iron Steed even greater distances. This would be an epic journey. He believed a true biker would have to have knowledge of his “Iron Steed”, his survival would depend on it
He heard of the dreaded Road Gremlins that could attach themselves for the ride to cause mischief and difficulties along the way. But one of the stories that he heard and believed was from the well seasoned travelers. Then he heard of the legend called “The Legend of the Sturgis Beer”

When the time came to leave everybody was gone. It was as if by magic that everyone who had
been there had disappeared or that they had gone on without him. If he was going he would have to go alone.
He mentally prepared himself the best way he knew how. Packed up all the things that he thought he might need for himself and his trusted steed for any of the unforeseen events that might happen along the way. Then set off on what became an adventure that would change his life forever.


There is always some truth to a legend; it’s what lends a little magic to it. The truth be told many years ago, because I was that "lad"

I quit smoking, saved my money and bought a wrecked Liberty edition Electra-glide AMF shovelhead. Within a year after repairing it I rode it alone on my first trip to Sturgis, South Dakota. Little did I know at that time what to expect or how much of an impact it would have on my life.

It wasn't just a simple vacation trip. It was so much more. I observed and participated in an experience that others could only dream of, and even though I cringe at the words ‘In the Old Days’ I am reminded of those earlier times even though I am much older and much wiser now because of it.

But even now I am compelled to tell you of this legend and what I learned from that first initial trip.

It was back then that I first heard of the legend of Sturgis beer. it’s been called many things but the Beer legend went something like this....

Traditionally, and in ‘Those Days’ when anyone and everyone rode his or her motorcycles to Sturgis. The legend was that IF you made it, you were to celebrate. (Remember there was a time when motorcycles weren't as reliable as they are now? Some of us may still remember the Dark Ages when a lot of bikes would be seen broke down along the sides of the highways.)

But if you managed to "get" to Sturgis, on your return trip back you were to load and pack your motorcycle down with all of the beer you could possibly carry.
The point being that if you broke down you won’t die of thirst while you waited for a rescue or repair. Besides it might help keep you from losing your cool. On the other hand if you didn't break down then you’d have a little bit of the Mecca to share, with those near and dear to you.  By passing on the experience of your trip with a coveted Sturgis beer you would give to your friends.

I have continued this tradition every year since, giving away those memento’s that have become collectors cans from each of my Sturgis trips, providing them to other motorcyclist as well as to close friends and family members. To those that ride I ask they continue the tradition. Since then I have seen the cans I have given out shown with pride as they sit on bookshelves, fireplace mantles, even trophy cases. They are lined up with each year’s memory.

To me it feels a little like Christmas passing out those beers, sharing the memories
of that years trip to Sturgis with those that wish to return one day or to those that have never been. It’s a comfort and a sign of appreciation for those that have already been there and perhaps dream of going back. It’s a tradition that is worthy to be kept, there are so few left to even be aware of now. Its a story with meaning which there seems to be less of and that becomes more faded in time. Like those that still ride their motorcycles there and back.
I maybe one of the last bikers who can recall the past a traditionalist that remembers what it was like when it was unheard of, even ridiculous, to trailer a working motorcycle.
Passing out each one of those cans allows others to share in the experience and in a small way, they are thought of, and are included in the quest to the Motorcycle Mecca and back. (Besides, it’s cheaper than T-shirts). The true value represented by one of these collectible beers from Sturgis, only grows more valued over time, just like friends.

Keep in mind how much better it is to share. When you can talk over a beer, or in this case (no pun intended) the talk and the story behind a can of Sturgis beer.


May you all live long enough to go to the Mecca of Motorcycling. But now that you have been entrusted with the LEGEND, I hope you will fulfill the meaning of this legend with others so they can (again no pun intended) be able to fulfill their dreams as well.

I wish you well, and that you enjoy many years of travels because legends aren't just born, they are made…

From The Different Drummer

Life has always had its ups and downs. They say that it’s the choices that we make, that determine our outcome.
Music is a vast part of a lot of lives and I don’t have to tell you how therapeutic it can be to the emotional and mental as well as spirit.
I stand at the crossroads at a time in my life wanting to return to when I touched more lives with my talents and shared the love of life through my music and though my entertaining.
I am just getting restarted and am looking forward to the opportunities that have and that are, just now presenting themselves.
Its amazing when you set your mind and do what you know to be right that eventually things have to turn around. It just takes time, patience and the faith and belief in yourself to set your goals and take small bits of it as your list of to do’s becomes clearer.
But then what do I know? I am just the Different Drummer….

STIX DOUGLAS

Febuary 29th

It wasn’t just another day added on to the end of the month, No it wasn’t just another day. For the first time it was going to be the last day of going to work at the office. Friday February 29th, 2008

It wasn't just another Leap year, Instead it will be the last leap day for Stix.    Known throughout much of both North and South assembly plants in Fenton, Missouri.

A studio musician and live performing Vocal Drummer known Nationally as a member of the Blues/Rock cult band Phenomenon JOYBONE. Will be finally be leaving the automotive industry to not only to reclaim his musical life before the auto manufacture interrupted his plans. But will do so with the enthusiasm he once had prior to coming to work for the corporation.

But there is something that happened that needs to be cleared up.

Marked by a tragedy for a mistake that management made several years prior that was never corrected nor forgiven or forgotten. While in Material Stix Douglas finally retires from Chrysler. But he does not be go peacefully. Instead he remained defiant.

His Union Representation failed him in early 2002 and never cleared up an event that happened that forced him from the material department. That incident resulted in his removal from the Material dept. and forcing him  to the Paint dept.where the event remained a thorn in his side ever since.

The results of this injustice at that time nearly cost him his home, his job and his sanity. For more than three weeks of being out and considered “Terminated” The matter and the wrong injustice was never corrected. During the so called "Safety Meeting" on the incident the union balked. The whole investigation never happened and during the 90 days thereafter was then swept under the rug. The problem was never settled over a misunderstanding and personal issues of the Material Area manager at the time. As a result the the Material Area manager had a sudden job change resulted in him being forced into a third floor office job and removing him from the plants floor.

A reminder that was left behind and now gone forever

The only deal the union made on Stix  behalf was that once back to work he could not grieve his absence for payment. The end result was then settled to an unsatisfactory result. Forcing him to remain in the Paint dept until his retirement.

"I want my money and I want it now!" along with "I will not go quietly! What’s my name? and "I’m Stix Douglas and you’re not." Are trade phrases that depicts the humor and twisted sanity of Stix Douglas many talents. Known and well liked with not only the members of the U.A.W. 136 union  but also with many others in 110 having worked in both unions he leaves behind those that will continue working for the auto industry, but for how long?

Telling others on his way out; I’m going to be working with things on two wheels instead of four.  Its surprising they not only closed the plant but bulldozed it as well. The sad  part is that the next generation will never have the same opportunity to retire.

Devil's Gulch

(By Stix Douglas)

As the wind gusted it was blowing large drops of water into my face and leaving spots on my safety glasses making it even more difficult to see. My two Wise Guy buddies and I had been riding on an extended two lane alternative/scenic route to the Mecca of motorcycling (Sturgis). We were just coming to the end of our first full day of riding. It was nearly dusk and we were desperately in need of a place to spend the night. Hopefully one that was dry.

We were like a posse riding hard all day, and now trying to stay ahead of a storm. The rain had been falling on us for the previous 20 mile and although we had heard several reports on the radio, we knew the worst was heading in our direction. We desperately wanted to avoid it. It was right upon us. We were in need of shelter or a place to hide out from it and to be able to bunk for the night.

Our original plans were to spend the night at a Palisades State Park, which is located in the most southeastern corner of South Dakota only a short distance from the Minnesota state line. When we arrived there we had been informed by the Park Ranger that there were no vacancies and it was suggested to us to continue on Hwy 11 to Split Rock Park a few miles further and on the northern side of the town of Garretson near a place called Devils Gulch.

Following the directions we were given we turned off the Hwy onto a small paved road that led us to the entrance of Split Rock Park. Just before we turned into the park we noticed another sign for Devil's Gulch that continued on up ahead. We had been on many an expedition before but for the time being we were just looking to get a roof over our heads.


The single lane road leading into the park was nothing more than a path of loose pee gravel that made it extremely difficult to ride on with a motorcycle.

At the end was a cul-de-sac where we parked under several large Cedar trees. They reminded me a lot of the ones back home in Missouri. At least now we were able to remain out of the rain for the most part while we unloaded the gear from our bikes and set up our bed rows for the night under a pavilion nearby.

A short distance away you could see and hear the delightful sound of a waterfall from a dam as it rushed over a stair step of Cut Granite Rock.



That night the water sounds were like listening to a lullaby for us weary and tired travelers. We were worn from the days hard ridden miles as we slept soundly almost unscaved from the fierce storm as it passed through during the night..

The next morning we headed back into the small town of Garretson. There was no diner, but it did have a small local grocery store that had a place for customers to buy breakfast that came complete with tables and chairs for its customers to enjoy their meal.
As we drank coffee an ate breakfast we struck up conversations with the locals. Trading stories and founding out that it was other Missourians Frank and Jesse James to be exact that made the area a novelty with the Historical site, which was now a Municipal State Park, called Devil's Gulch.
Marked on the road Atlas and forever in the history books from an incident that happened there dating back to September 7th 1876. When we finished we thanked everyone for their hospitality and the story and we decided to have a look at this Devils Gulch for ourselves.

According to the documentation the facts were that during that time the notorious outlaws Frank & Jesse James had been involved with the Youngers in a Bank Robbery in Northfield, Minnesota, that had gone dreadfully bad. Several of the Youngers had been killed along with some townsfolk.



Many people were angered by the killings and went after Jesse and his brother. The two had separated near Split Rock Creek. Frank heading alongside the creek to the north while Jesse headed south taking the posse with him in hot pursuit

According to Frank in an interview in 1870 many years after the fact and without any other way of knowing other than by his account of the events Jesse had either trained his horse prior or forced it to jump a 18 to 20 foot Gourge. . Leaving the posse behind, unable and or unwilling to attempt to do the same.


I had a hard time understanding the signifigance and was captured by the magic of this location. Its hard to put into words realizing we were at the place where this had actually happened. A place where myth meets legend.

Was this planned or was it just plain luck of the draw? We may never know for certain but in either case I felt more in touch with my Missouri roots and a alittle more comradely with my outlaw side after having been there.
This was where there was more to the story than what mets the eye.

As my Wise Guy buddies and I pulled out on our Harleys heading to our mecca that morning I couldn't help but know in my mind that I'll always remember this place. The fact we mirrored trying to excape and were from Missouri makes it sort of ironic. We could have passed it up and missed it but I am so much more impressed that we took the time, and investigated it for ourselves.

It wasn't just another night out on the road to Sturgis, with my Wise Guy buddies. Instead it was a tremendous experience. It felt as if we were a part of history and it was another notch in our travels on the journey to our ultimate destination.
We often collect the memories and remember the thrills it is that makes us Legends and that's why we continue on....

You can find out more by clicking up the words " Devil's Gulch " on your search engine of your computer about this special place in South Dakota and or I suggest you go to these web sites for more information. Its one way to know, but its nothing like actually having been there.

http://www.trailsandgrasslands.org/gulch.html
http://www.uwsp.edu/geo/projects/geoweb/participants/dutch/VTrips/DevilsGulchSD.HTM
http://www.outdoorplaces.com/Destination/secret/garretson/index.htm

Ride For Sight Kicks Off Riding Season

By S.Sydney & Stix Douglas


The first Ride for Sight Poker Run was held in September 2006. It brought out a total of 66 bikes and raised over $1600.00 after expenses. Larry Mc Clellan of the House Springs Lions Club stated that amount of money could allow nearly 300 children to have their eyes tested for early diagnosis of preventable blindness.
On Sunday April 22, 2007 the sun shone brightly from nearly a cloudless blue sky. Nature finally conceded to warmer temperatures allowing the Second Annual Ride For Sight Poker Run to be the official start for the riding season. It drew out many from their winter hibernation to take part in this worthy cause.

It is never too late to go for a ride on a bike. House Springs Lions Club volunteer, Marcie Strieder celebrated her 80th birthday at the Ride for Sight by taking her first with Lion David Jones.
The House Springs Lions Club hosted the event, with help from two other Lions Clubs, the Am Vets post #48, and a mass of willing volunteers. One can only imagine the amount of teamwork, thought, and effort that went into the planning and execution in making this a truly incredible event.

Approximately 104 bikes and a total of 170 participants registered and paid the $20.00 admission. The price included coffee and doughnuts served before the start of the ride, a complimentary Ride For Sight t-shirt, and a wristband that enabled them to enjoy all the festivities offered after the ride was over.
House Springs Lions Club Chairperson David Jones started the Poker Run on time and kept it on schedule throughout the approximately 125 mile ride. It was a virtually uninterrupted, escorted motorcycle excursion that took the group through some of the most scenic areas of Jefferson, Washington, Franklin and St. Louis counties. The road conditions were exceptional over each of the six State Highways and the one Interstate.

With the use of only one Byrnes Mill police officer at the first intersection, the vast quantity of people involved in the volunteer staff out did themselves. They were able to get the large number of bikes through the countless intersections and over the entire distance safely and kept the riding participants together as a complete and intact group, making it a thoroughly enjoyable ride.

As acting Road Captain, David Jones led a vast and diverse crew of the area’s bikers. They varied in age as much as they did in the different machines they rode. Nearly every type of two wheeled bikes and a few three wheeled trikes attended, with almost every motorcycle manufacturer represented. But the variety did not stop there; many were individual bikers as well as numerous group riders. Members included at least three different Harley Owners Groups, the St Louis County Metro Chapter #3 of the Blue Knights, Am Vets from Post # 1, and The Statesmen.

The first of the three stops was near the halfway point, in Desoto at the AMVETS Post #48. Adjutant Dave Maupin informed me they are currently the largest AMVET Post in the State of Missouri. They were enthusiastic about being involved with the Ride For Sight and wish to assist in next year’s ride. While there everyone signed their guest register. They did an excellent job of serving refreshments to our large and thirsty group quickly.

The next stop was the Hillsboro Community Center where the Hillsboro Lions Club provided a luncheon. Everyone had time to relax and sit down and enjoy their meal out of the sun under the pavilion, while they socialized catching up on what each had been up to during the winter months.

Soon everyone was traveling to the Fenton Lions Club, near Murphy Flats, the last stop before returning to House Springs Lions Club.

When the group returned in the late afternoon from the poker run they were greeted by the tantalising aroma of the freshly prepared meal that consisted of a Barbequed Pork Steak Dinner with all the trimmings. And their choice of mixed drinks, beer, diet or regular sodas and bottled water.

Shortly after the meal was over the band “SHILOH” provided the music as they played many of the top 40 country and classic rock tunes for the audience’s enjoyment.

After Shiloh had performed its first set it was time to give out the prizes. There were cash prizes for the top three poker hands of $125.00, $75.00, and $50.00 respectively, with two of the winners generously donating their winnings back. However, nothing could compare with the numerous attendance prizes that were provided.

Sarah Calhoun who participated with her husband in the Poker Run went home after the ride and returned with their truck afterward bringing her Seeing Eye dog, Tico that she received, from one of the Lions Clubs of Missouri, several years ago. Showing where some of the monies raised goes first hand as she helped answer questions about the program.

The Ride For Sight Poker Run continues to grow, with almost 40 more bikes participating in the ride over last year. This year’s Ride For Sight raised over $2,500.00; with a tentative date that is set for Saturday April 26th, 2008 for next year. It is one annual charity event that I will be looking forward to participating in again with hopes many of you will join me next year and help to double the number of bikes attending. Please make a note on your calendar now to make this a part of your annual events.

Special thanks go to area retailers and businesses for their generosity in providing this year’s attendance prizes, to the Ride sponsors for their support and to the many volunteers who graciously donated their time to make this event so successful.
Shown here are a few of the many volunteers that graciously donated their time and effort to make this event so successful and enjoyable for the many participants.



Ride for Sight is part of a non-profit organization that is dedicated to help those that are sight impaired. Monies raised goes for early diagnosis of preventable blindness, as well as training and placement of Seeing Eye dogs.

More information can be found on the Lions Club web site http://www.housespringslions.com/ including photos of the event. Additional information on Sight First II the organization and what it does can be found at http://www.lionsclubs.org/EN/index.php

STIX 1976 (The Bi Centennial)

By STIX DOUGLAS

Could this motorcycle be the equivalent of a Harley Davidson Edsel? I seriously doubt it, and I would be one to know.
The year 1976 was a very special for a lot of people and for a lot of very different reasons. Besides being the year that I graduated the nation was busy with marketing products for its 200 year celebrations, it could also be a year before most of you were ever born and thus the reason for this to be explained and the need to clear up some misconceptions of motorcycle history.

There were many items marketed that were considered patriotic products as well as a certain amount of collectables, throughout the year. It was also during the period when AMF owned Harley Davidson, and it wanted to get involved in marketing its own rare collectable with the Bi-Centennial.

Many refer to the time that AMF ran things as the “Dark Ages” of Harley Davidson. It’s a shame that it also seems the majority also believes that nothing good ever came out of its ownership. It’s hard to understand why, although it still remains a highly disputed and controversial topic as well as a very difficult and touchy subject to deal with especially from the motor company. AMF motorcycles were shun and thought of as the least valued for one reason because of the company’s business strategy at that time.

AMF was interested in quantity and in doing so the quality of its product suffered substancually and done ill reputable damage to its brand in the process. Often when you would see a Harley Davidson motorcycle on the side of the road, it would be a fair assumption it was broke down. Design and in most cases modifications of private ingenuity contributed to the subliminal connection that Harley Davidson motorcycles were inferior.

During the AMF years, records weren’t completed or kept up with as they had been with the family owned company. This was another of Harley Davidson’s “Official” positions.
Things got easier for Harley once the AMF period was over, by avoiding the inevitable confrontation and side step any further arguments, allowed them to get on with the business at hand which was its recovery.
What makes the Bi Centennial stand out from any other Harleys were two items not found on other bikes at the time. First was its “Special paint” that was used. Up until this time no other Harley had been considered or adorned with any different or unusual paint. By adding a large grain Metal Flake into the clear coat it gave the base a slightly diverse look especially in the sun.
The importance and significance of any 1976's AMF Harleys was the true symbolism that this was the first time that an Eagle was incorporated into and with the Harley Bar & Shield and , where it has remained ever since. It was also the first and only time the year of the motorcycle was decorated with a emblem showing its year. Also making it noteworthy.


Then there were the highly controversial Decals. Many claim that it was the artist PETTER MAX who designed the decals that adorn the Bi Centennial gas tanks. Because of AMF's inability to pursue copyrights the decision was made to not have them reissued or duplicated.
The importance of this fact alone makes a difference. During many motorcycle restorations it is common for them to be repainted and for decals and emblems to be copyrighted and available. But this is the one critical stipulation and exception for the Bi Centennial. Otherwise the Bi Centennial would lose its original status and no longer be a true Bi-Centennial. Instead it would just be a repainted shovelhead.

So technically it is impossible to repaint a true Bicentennial. Would this make the bike more valued over another that had been painted? Perhaps but it also divides the traditionalist from the pretenders.

While at motorcycle bike shows many goof and quickly walk away from an AMF Shovelhead. A few from the old school take a look and talk or make a comment. Some even share their own experience on how this bike reminds them of times gone by or one of theirs.


I supppose it could be said that I bought the Bi Centennial as an impulse purchase. It reminded me of my very first Harley which was also a 1976. Since then I have bought and still own two other 1976 models, a 1976 XL Sportser and of course this FLH Bi-Centennial.



Having owned a '76 prior I figured I had a general idea as to what to expect. Instead I got another lesson in life. I had no idea of what I was in for. The first clue should have raised a red flag when the previous owner claimed he was only selling it because he was pressed for Cash. He easily departed from it at what I considered a reasonable price. But he would have had to of already known that the oil pump was out of it, and made no indication and said nothing to me about it.


As with any and all older bikes there is usually a horror story or two that comes along with it. This bike would be no exception, especially one this old. As luck would have it disasters have a way of happening. Even if you escape one there is usually another waiting in the wings that has a way of tracking you down and finding you.


As fate would have it while having it parked in the basement while I was repairing the damages to the oil pump another set of unexpected change of events took place. The basement flooded, leaving 14 inches of water in it. The devastation was just too much and the repairs on the Bi Centennial would have to be shelved for a later time.


Several years passed, and a few people looking to buy a Harleys asked about the bike. They showed some interest in it, but with it apart and non running it seemed to them as a dreadfully insignificant disappointment.

I refused to allow it to go quietly and become a scraped collection of parts. There had to be something done with it. It was just plain wrong for a bike of this caliper to be hidden and ridiculed I made the decision to do what had to be done. It took a lot of effort to get the bike up and out from the dark and dreary dungeon, where it had remained at for nearly seven years. It had to be towed into the daylight..

A lot or consideration was given to the restoration of this project before it was taken to Butch Clayton. A well respected Harley Mechanic. Having his experience, and expertise, insured me that the Bi-Centennial was in the best and most capable hands. I felt it was important to restore the Bi Centennial to as near original and genuine as humanly possible. We both agreed that if it were worth refurbishing it would have to done right. The motor would have to be completely torn down and thoroughly gone through. In doing so we found out the cam gears did not match, which explained what had caused overheating problems prior to my purchasing of it.


All the aftermarket parts were removed and disposed of. Anything not Genuine Harley Davidson or an original OEM part would be closely examined. The integrity of this project had to be of the highest priority.

Once the aftermarket parts were scrapped and removed the real work was just starting. Finding original OEM parts to replace them was no easy task. Especially since they were no longer stocked or could be found any longer at your local Harley Davidson Dealerships. Plus they hadn’t been in more than two decades.

Many of these items had been discontinued decades ago. The accuracy and verifiable of each part could not be questioned. This had to be an absolute authentic and as close to original as each piece was painstakingly given the old school treatment. This chunk of coal would have to be a diamond on its own merit.
In 1976 Harleys didn’t come with chrome. In fact the only chrome that was ever added usually was done while the engine was being rebuilt during the off season
Traditionally many who valued their machines would show their pride when it came time for repairs or upgrades. Depending on finances because not everyone could afford the repair and to chrome their bikes at the same time. Points covers, rocker boxes, primary covers even transmission ends along with anything else made out of aluminum were either chromed or massive amounts of time and energy were spent on cleaning polishing, and buffing each piece into a mirror like luster. Hours of elbow grease surprisingly made a real noticeable distinction.


1976 was also the last year for the FLH to use the factory “Pogo Stick” seating. As well as the last year for the “Buddy Seat”. The following year Harley started using frame mounted seats and many would change theirs over to a more comfortable and lower mounted aftermarket seats, which by then were becoming the norm.

For instance the Rear Fender were “hedged” Making it possible along with a optional Center stand, which this bike had, that allowed the rear wheel to be taken off without a jack and or without lifting it over the rear
During its restoration there were a few items that remained on the motorcycle even though they do not belong. Someone who owned it previously had drilled holes through the rear turn signal bracket, and had added chrome Bullets to decorate it. This was all the rage “back in the day” of course since chrome parts were almost unheard of..
In keeping with its Original and or Stock status, every detail with this bike was kept to its correct time period as is humanly possible.
With the lack of a suitable OEM rear turn signal bracket I believed it was better to fill the holes of the missing bullets rather than replacing it with a chromed aftermarket one. To keep with the original/stock theme, it seemed that with the bike being in Black and having bullets why not set it up to resemble a police bike.

Often what make a big difference with any motorcycle are its accessories. However in 1976 you didn’t have a choice of genuine parts or accessories from the factory. Instead many would “RAT” out there motorcycles. Whenever anything broke or needed replacing on their motorcycle they would use alternate or aftermarket parts.
AMF made motorcycles, everyone else made the aftermarket parts and upgrades.
It was like an “unspoken rule” that the company made the motorcycles and everyone else made the improvements for it. If you wanted chrome chances were you went with purchasing a cheaply made part that was already chrome plated. The quality might have been slightly better than Harleys at the time but that started the battle cry “Chrome won’t get you home”.
One of the accessories that did come with the Bi Centennial was the medallions of the eagle and ribbon with Made In the USA. These were the first of what has later to become a very successful Harley Davidson Parts & Accessory market. It combined Eagle Iron which was later phased over into the Genuine Harley Davidson Parts and combine it with the performance and racing parts of its Screaming Eagle line.


It is not the most beautiful bike but what it lacks in looks it more than makes up for in its own significance .for being noteworthy. It remains an Icon. The last in a long line and a prime example of the way things were done.
The stereotypes that were earned as well as all the finger pointing and divisions within the ranks have eased over time. But the fact remains that in the case of the Bi Centennial like that of all things AMERICAN or dealing with Pride have faded and are nearly extinct from the way it was. Sometimes the things like that of importance slipped between the cracks and are forgotten forever.
Being rebellious and defiant the Bi-Centennial might be a thorn in the side of Harley Davidson but I believe it should also be used as a reminder and I am a stickler for details. This Bi-Centennial represents all that went on before and has since been changed. I also believe the Bi-Centennial never received the respect nor the esteem that it properly deserves.

1976 Harley Davidson Bi-Centennial FOR SALE

I have been fortunate to have owned this Bi Centennial since 1997. However all good things must come to an end.
















In the time I have owned it I have taken it from a rough and crude form and restored it to a more honorable and relyable existance.  Doing old school things like polishing and buffing by hand the aluimum parts like these control levers.






However when it come to engine work, I turned that
over to Butch Clayton, of Clayton Performance. Shown here working on it.




The entire engine was gone over, and a fresh top end was done.











The bike has less than 500 mile on its rebuild, and has less than 31,000 original miles. The only changes being unleaded valves added.





There are many other spare parts that go with the bike, Including another set of 76 gas tanks.










Those interested in owning a truely rare 1976 ShovelHead Harley Davidson can contact me by phone.

This maybe the last all original and non-aftermarketed shovelhead from this area, and the only FLH Bi-Centennial known to be FOR SALE in existance.





Stix
314 304 3709
Cedar Hill, Missouri 63016