Birmingham, Alabama's Robert Stubbs, dealer and one of Indian's earliest racing stars on the speedy sands of Florida's, Ormond Beach in late March, 1909. He was asked to accompany Indian's chief engineer Carl Oscar Hedstrom along with teammates Walter Goerke and AG Chapple to stretch the new lot of Indian racing machine's to their limits during the annual Carnival of Speed. Each man from the "tribe" reached and broke new records with the exception of Hedstrom, who was reported as being too busy tinkering with his Simplex powered Hot Shot, which had too large a displacement to qualify for any FAM record runs. During a run on Wednesday afternoon Stubbs met and exceeded the limit of his powerful Indian twin racer, and at over 80 mph, undoubtedly the fastest creature on the planet earth at that moment he went over the bars. Stubbs not only came out of the incident unscathed but smiling, an unusual emotional break for a typically stoic man based on all photographic accounts... his machine however was done.
Cyclepimps... whoever these gents were they certainly weren't strapped for cash. Those are some high end machines they are sporting around town circa 1913. A couple of Wagners, a couple of Yales, and an Iver Johnson there in the center.
Here we have a privateer Martin Schroeder of the Savannah Motorcycle Club with a slightly modified 1914 Harley-Davidson, too cool of a shot not to share.
You may have seen this iconic image of two men going head to head on a motordrome's steep angled boards. A few may even point out that it was taken at the Springfield Stadium Motordrome, but unfortunately it has been captioned incorrectly. It is in-fact a moment captured on the high-banked turns of the oval shaped Los Angeles Coliseum, America's first motordrome built by Jack Prince just prior to the construction of the Stadium track at Springfield in 1909. A result of an honest misidentification by the original source, the vast photo collection of Mr. A.F. Van Order. The error has been published countless times, myself included, with the wrong information, but hopefully my upcoming trip to Springfield will produce an equally triumphant photo of a hero or two blasting around the Springfield drome.