Fosberg Indian Motorcycle Shop, Seattle in 1946 and 2009

Inside of Fosberg's Indian Shop, Seattle - 1946

Inside of Fosberg's Indian Shop, Seattle - 1946

In the mid 1940s Paul Stockinger, one of the founding members of the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club worked at Fosberg Indian as a mechanic. His son Steve provided the Historian with these photos and we are grateful to him. The pictures show the shop, inside and out in about 1946. Paul relocated to Tacoma a few years later to take over ownership of the Tacoma Indian dealership. He spent a lifetime in the motorcycle business and it started when he was a young man and member of the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club. The last picture in this blog is a photo taken a few weeks ago showing the exact same location in Seattle. Sadly, unlike the old Excelsior Motorcycle dealership which has survived as Bauhaus Coffee Shop (see previous blog), The Indian dealership is a parking lot. However, if you are ever riding in Capitol hill, this area has many older building of similar architectual style and age as the long, lost Indian dealership. You can get a feel for what it must have once been like for our early J.R.M.C. brothers who would have often ridden to the Indian dealership.

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Inside Fosberg Indian, Seattle about 1946. Notice the new Chief. Behind it is an older Indian 4 and a hillclimber.

Inside Fosberg Indian, Seattle about 1946. Notice the new Chief. Behind it is an older Indian 4 and a hillclimber.

Fosberg Indian street view. Location is in Capitol Hill, Seattle and picture dates from about 1946.

Fosberg Indian street view. Location is in Capitol Hill, Seattle and picture dates from about 1946.

Broadway and Union in Capitol Hill at the same location as Fosberg Indian in 1946. Today its another parking lot in Seattle.

Broadway and Union in Capitol Hill at the same location as Fosberg Indian in 1946. Today its another parking lot in Seattle.

What we looked like in the Beginning

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This photo, the earliest known group shot of the J.R.M.C., from the Stockinger collection, was in a group of 1944 photos. It shows the Jolly Roger Motorcycle Club on street bikes just prior to a run. Notice how young they all are. The club was formed by Highline High School graduates.  There doesn’t appear to be a club uniform yet though it is possible that the weather was cold enough that they’ve covered up their club shirts (they didn’t wear back patches yet). Notice the flyers “helmets” and goggles and one rider with the club cap. So far the only rider I’ve been able to identify is Larry “Poke” Poitras who is on the 7th bike from the left. His bike sticks out further than the rest of the lineup. Larry isn’t wearing a hat. Nearly all the bikes are Harley Davidsons though at least one Indian (3rd from left) is present. The first bike with the custom painted tank is a 1940 flat head (probably a 45). I think the first rider is Ken Bulen and that might be Lila he’s hugging. I’m also thinking the 2nd rider is Woody Combs with his future wife. I’ll keep working on identification but that’s my working hypothesis for now. Photo was taken by Jean Stockinger who labelled it, “gang at the XXX 1944″

Our early members were all-rounders. They raced TT, did hillclimbs and road runs. They lived life to the fullest.  I’m posting this photo by itself to honor this earliest known representation of the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club. It is an absolutely fantastic photograph and reminds us of the great history we J.R.M.C. bikers of 2009 are linked to. Next time we go for a group ride consider that we are still riding down the roads that they followed all those many years ago.  You can almost hear them firing up those old American Irons and then tearing out of that parking lot and down the highway……..

The Brotherhood of Mud

We are now at the point in our story telling where we can get to the meat which is to say, the beginnings of our brotherhood/sisterhood:
THE JOLLY ROGERS MOTORCYCLE CLUB
SEATTLE WASH.

We’ve taken a quick look at how the earliest motorcyclists dealt with rotten roads (which was one of the reasons for the establishment of clubs), how the children, who later grew up to become the original, charter members were exposed to the earliest motorcyclists in our area and then why clubs formed and a bit of history on the major clubs in the area before and during the creation of the JRMC. All this build up was to show that our club formed up in as a part of historic and social trends in the greater world of overall club and motorcycling life in the Puget Sound area.

We are now going to do some slicing and dicing with a mental tool, an analytical knife to get at the details as best we can. This knife will allow me to be a kind of historical “chef” serving up meals of various information so we can learn, together, what was going on. (I’m only slightly ahead of my club brothers and sisters in this quest for information). The first step in preparing this meal is to look over the ingredients - so I’m going to explain the sources of information. Before we tell the story of the details we need to be sure there is credibility in where the information is coming from. If we don’t it’s all myth making. The sources of information come in several ways.
1). Oral history - The memories of the remaining founders and early members of the club. So far these include, Lila Bulen and Jean Stockinger, who are still alive. There may be others and if I discover them I’ll include them. We’ll do the same in the future with others like Carmen Tom, Ed Marshall for the 1950s and Fred Bare, Great Seymour, Benny Legend, Harley Charlie and others for the 1960s when it is time. Oral history is great. The only problem is that memory can trick people. Someone in their 90s trying to remember things from 70 years ago can be a challenge. Heck, I’m coming up on retirement age and I can hardly remember what I did yesterday so it is a stretch to expect one of our seniors to regurgitate decades old facts with absolute certainty. However there are some things that really stick out and those are safe bets because the memories are so strong.
2). Photographic collections - photos are strong memory inducements and come with different levels of information. Some photo collections come with detailed descriptions written on the backs of the photos or underneath them in the original albums they are included in. These sources of information are extremely valuable especially for names of riders, locations of events and dates. Other photo collections come with no additional information. However even if there is no additional written information in a photo a person working with them can still find clues about things. For example a peculiar paint job in one collection with no written information may show up in other collections with written information. I’ve learned that you can do forensic analysis on photos by noting the painted designs on helmets, they way fenders have been bobbed and even what riders wear. You can establish which club racers belonged to because they would wear club regalia - The Tacoma Ducks often wore sweaters with their logo on the chest and the Seattle Cossacks had their logo applied to the gas tanks and front forks of their bikes. Another thing is the clothes the riders wore. Club folks wore different helmets such as pudding basins, football, leather aircraft covers, peaked caps (cop styled hats), golf hats and cowboy hats. For example, founder Woody Combs can be spotted in early photos because he wore his cowboy hat with his Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club jersey. The entire issue of clothing is fascinating, and we’ll look at it as a separate blog in future, because you can see our club evolving as the years pass: prewar militaristic garb such as the flying covers and jodpurs (those bulging old-school cavalry pants), club jerseys and neat jackets worn from 41 to 46 or so gradually gave way to the peaked caps and rolled up jeans and black shirts with club back patches around 1948 to our modern “biker” look; a combination of the old 50s influences combined with a heavy dose of the outlaw biker look. Photos are our main course in historical analysis and, so far, we have four collections to work with for the earliest years and a bunch of other collections for later years.
The four earliest photo collections are:
The Rhotan Collection - currently posted on our web site and created by founding members Burt and Helen Rhotan.
The Peppin Collection - currently posted on the web by Lisa Peppin at http://www.fortlangley.ca/pepin/DaddyRacing.html
and one of the finest there is. While it is specific to Lisa’s father “Little Peppy” it has many photos of events at the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club track and hill as well as photos of our members racing and hillclimbing at other tracks. Check it out for a delightful visit to our motorcycling past.
The Truttman Collection - Provided by Rudy Truttman of California last year. It is a collection of photos taken by his Dad, founding member Earl Truttman of the earliest years of the club before the family relocated to California. Rudy has been the source of the earliest illustration of our Pirate as well as the earliest known roster of founding members. Several of this collection’s photos are duplicates to the Rhotan collection showing that negatives were shared among early members and some of the photos have never been seen before.
The Stockinger collection - The most recent discovery from founders Paul and Jean Stockinger which are in process of being provided to our club. Steve Stockinger, life-long motorcyclist and first cousin of Rudy Truttman has started to scan an incredible collection of photos organized into an album by his mother years ago. This collection is one of the finest and largest yet discovered. Like the Peppin collection it has detailed notes on names of riders, locations, years and even nicknames of motorcycles. While I only have a small part of the collection available, Steve and I are working together to make the entire collection available.
These four collections are going to be the foundation of our look at the 1940s and the early 50s.
3). Official documents - These are our final source of information and consist of newspaper microfilm - Photos and articles on file at Seattle and Tacoma’s central libraries about the club; old Club documents such as brochures, club pins, posters, applications, bylaws and such.
This is a dryer and rather rare source of information cause most of our club stuff is lost or hoarded away by collectors and the newspaper stuff is a great deal of work to find. I’ve spent many hours getting sea-sick looking at rolls of newspaper microfilm for the occasional picture or article about our club. In my most recent visit I looked at dates for two dozen known events and found only 5 items - 2 grainy photos of hill climbs with information and 3 articles. While newspapers and other written information is rare and a lot of work to find it has one great advantage as it positively, absolutely dates an event which allows us to be unquestionably sure when we say something happened at a certain time. This is good because once in a while notes in photo albums contradict each other. One collection might say an event happened in 1945 and another in 1946 but if we find a newspaper article with a date of 1945 we know which photo album has the correct date. Also, I’ve found that newspaper articles from back then occasionally mention rules for field games and other details long lost to the memories of our surviving founders.

Okay, I’ve told you of the ingredients of our future meals of history but what about today’s historical meal. You’ll have to settle for a snack as I’m going to end this blog here. The snack is a list of the founding members of the club which I’ve typed below. Credit for this information comes from the Truttman Collection and the Stockinger Collection. These are the folks who, in the early 1940s made it possible for us to get together today as members of the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club! In alphabetical order by last name:
Bud Balmert
Lillian Balmert
Bill Bradley
Ken Bulen
Lila Bulen
Woody Combs
Iris Combs
Eldon Cooter
Clarence Eckert
Adelaide Fox
T.D. Fox
Bill Gaskill
Bert Haley
Clarence Hewitson
Lucille Hewitson
Walter Hjelm
Josephine Holman
Tommy Johnson
Marion McCans
Ralph McDonald
Alna Patereau
James “Patty” Patereau
Larry “Poke” Poitras
Tom Rayfield
Burt Rhotan
Helen Rhotan
Mildred Rose
Jean Stockinger
Paul Stockinger
Overton Titus
Al Truttman
Alma Truttman
Earl Truttman
Mary Truttman
Lorn Wakefield
Ray Wakefield

There might be others and most, if not all, are in the well-known Christmas Party photo of December 8, 1945.
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Okay fellow Jolly Rogers, that’s it for now. Back soon…

Bone

The Origins and Growth of the Club Scene in Western Washington 1910 to 1941

The club scene is our next bit of history detective work. About five years ago at the motorcycle museum display at Bellingham, one of our members, did an inspiring and informational discussion on the history of clubs in our area that went from the beginning up to the arrival of the Bandidos in our area. I hope that some time soon he’ll share his research with us so that we can take advantage of his thousands of hours of research and we can use it for further discoveries of motorcycle club life in the Pacific Northwest. But for now you’ll have to deal with Bone’s version which is gonna be a lot shorter cause I haven’t had the time to do the kind of research the subject deserves. Having said that I’ll do my best to be informative and provide the little scraps of useful data I have on hand. What follows is my story of the historical trends and reasons why clubs were created and what they did. Let’s start with why motorcycle clubs exist.

When people gather together in clubs the simple motorcycle transcends the status of mere transportation. You or I can go out and buy a bike and commute to work on it. At that level of usage it’s more of an appliance than something that touches our inner most being.
But what usually happens is that the sensation of riding, for many of us, is so exciting and transcendental, when compared to automobiles and other vehicles, we want more and we want to share. We seek out other riders. Perhaps we just ride with friends or the occasional stranger heading down the same road in the same direction but some of us want more. We not only want to ride with others we want to talk and share our enthusiasm. Then a club may form. Once we gather into a group our transportation appliance becomes grander than itself. We go from being motorcyclists to being “Bikers” in the psychological sense of pulling a deeper meaning from our machines and their interaction with our own bodies.
Yes, there are brotherhoods and sisterhoods and that’s an important element but a brotherhood alone is called a Union. A motorcycle club consists of the same spirit of brotherhood but its not predicated on job security and decent wages; its about a place for people who are kindred spirits, in their love of riding, to get together and share mutual interests and activities – runs, picnics, races, hillclimbs, and general socializing. It is the combination of these two (brotherhood and motorcycles) that, I think, makes for the spiritual and psychological setting of “Biker”. That’s not to say that a loner, a guy or gal who isn’t in a club, can’t be a “Biker.” In a psychological sense they already are just by attending motorcycling runs and events. It’s just that riding with others and feeling connected to other motorcyclists brings the riding and lifestyle experience to a whole new and deeper level. And club regalia - back patches, pins and so forth are identifiers that bring pride – the uniform of the bike rider, so to speak; my team against your team out on the track and hill. So I’m predicating my personal definition of “Biker” to a club context.
When each of us became members of the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club we connected into a long continuum of people and motorcycles going back to 1941 but in a way we are connected to clubs much older, clubs now extinct that started this whole idea of motorcycle brotherhoods. By this I mean that the same kinds of conversations and topics we have in our meetings; the same kind of activities we’ve participated in – runs and races have always been there and if you could go back in time to the earliest motorcycle clubs, you’d be right at home except that the bikes would be a heluva lot more primitive and your casual ride to a club meeting today would have been an epic journey of survival 90 years ago.
So then, let’s go back, back to the origin of clubs in our area and look at our brothers and sisters from long ago. Getting into motorcycles in the 1900s was an exciting and cutting-edge activity. The allure of the “explosion engine” as they called the early DeDion-Bouton style motors, was as exciting as computerized gadgets are to the youth of today. The early bicyclists wanted to make going up hills easier so they made motor-bicycles to do the work. Before long these proved too weak and the motorcycle, a dedicated and separate machine no longer identifying with the bicycle, came into being around 1905. People began to buy these machines but had to deal with atrocious roads, hostile horse people, unsympathetic cops, and constant break downs. The first clubs formed in the beginning – back before there was certainty about the automobile being the primary form of transport. Bicycles had been the primary form of personal transport earlier so why wouldn’t the motorcycle take their place. No one expected Ford to be so successful at making cars affordable. Many, many people took to motorcycling and the early motorcycle clubs may have had the same appeal that the Automobile Club of America has for people of today – to give a helping hand in a breakdown. So it wasn’t long before they gathered into groups for self-help reasons and these groups soon became the first motorcycle clubs in every major and many minor cities in America. But clubs quickly went beyond self-help groups. I call these earliest clubs the First Generation clubs.

The earliest club in our area was the Seattle Motorcycle Club. I suspect this club formed up in 1910. They held their first Reliability Run on June 6, 1911. Here’s the link for reading the story of this run: http://www.pnwmom.org/history1.html The story is fascinating and shows the challenges that motorcyclists faced in those early days.
Reliability runs were very popular in the first several decades of the 20th Century mostly because just getting from one city to another was such a pain in the butt. As I told in the first blog, the roads, if you could call them that, were bad enough within a city but usually became non-existant once outside city limits. So the reliability run was a way to see which manufacturers built the toughest bikes and a chance for the riders to see who was the toughest amongst them.

I’ve uncovered another Seattle M.C. Reliability Run of August, 1917 which reminded me of last summer’s Eastern Washington Run under our current Road Captain Grizz. Several of our brothers went for a two day pleasure ride and had a great time doing it. But a similar ride in 1917 was considered. “the hardest endurance route in the country,” and the attached picture of the magazine article from that event sure does prove it. There are four grainy photos. Two show the kind of roads that bike riders had to put up with.

Late News The Seattle Motorcycle Club was typical of early clubs in all cities. Most were named for the City of origin and most went extinct as interest in motorcycling declined after World War 1. The original SMC went extinct in this time period. Henry Ford had made the Model T so affordable that the original riders went domestic and gave up their bikes. The Seattle Motorcycle Club ceased to exist. The name was reclaimed by the current AMA racing club of that name probably in the 1960s. But there is a clear and long break with the original club. This also happened to Portland’s Rose City Motorcycle Club which also resurrected decades after the original club shut down.
Another thing about the original motorcycle clubs is that they tended to be associated with dealerships. Either Thor, Merkel, Indian, Excelsior, Harley-Davidson or other dealers would sponsor clubs. I suspect that the original Seattle Motorcycle Club was sponsored by the Excelsior dealer because all the bikes in the 1911 photo (see first blog) appear to be Excelsiors.
Second-generation clubs were more complex. They were the clubs that formed up separate from dealerships or weaned themselves away and became independents. They had sympathetic dealers associated with them, and in many cases dealers were card carrying members of the clubs but their purpose was not driven by dealerships. And, unlike the earliest clubs that existed for large groups of people who got into motorcycling when they really wanted a car (though there were plenty of really committed “bikers” back then also), these Second Generation clubs were created by people who had a passion for motorcycles and motorcycles alone. They owned cars but used them as the appliance they are – going to work, shopping and family trips but it was their motorcycles that reached into the deeper psychological recesses of their hearts and brought them joy. We know the feeling today or we wouldn’t be members of the J.R.M.C. These are the clubs that I consider to be the ancestors of all subsequent clubs and the great-granddaddy of them all (in our area) is the Tacoma Ducks, the informal name of the Tacoma Motorcycle Club. The Ducks, so named for their clever logo of a duck with an umbrella – signifies typical Pacific Northwest weather.
The Ducks currently date themselves from 1926 but there is photographic evidence that they may actually be several years older as the next photo shows. The photo below, of two sidecar outfits is from the Tacoma M.C.’s 1923 Reliability Run from Tacoma to Olympia and back. Additionally there have been claims on some web sites that the club dates from 1907 but if that’s the case I suspect a precursor Tacoma Motorcycle Club would have been a dealer sponsored club similar to the old Seattle M.C. and not the club of the 1920s. Perhaps the name was dropped and picked up by individuals who gave it the “Duck” logo. Regardless of web sites there is solid evidence the Ducks were here to stay by the 1920s. Two sidecar outfits at the Tacoma Duck's 1923 Reliability Run from Tacoma to Olympia and back They rightfully claim to be the oldest club in our immediate area and one of the oldest motorcycle clubs in America. They held the same kind of events that the earlier Seattle MC did – picnics, reliability runs, hill climbs, and horse track races. Fifteen years after their founding we formed up and raced against them. There is long history of our two clubs supporting each others events and competing against each other in races and hill climbs. Many of the Duck’s racers became very popular with our own club including Red Farwell and Gwen Myers. Our club members became deeply intertwined with the Ducks and often J.R.M.C. members belonged to the Ducks and visa versa (J.R.M.C. charter member Paul Stockinger for example).

The next of these second generation clubs is the Greater Vancouver Motorcycle Club of Canada dating back to 1922. According to the date, this club should come first but actually the G.V.M.C. was an amalgamation of the Lion’s Gate Motorcycle Club and the Big Four Motorcycle Club in the 1930s so I’m putting them second after Tacoma M.C. The Greater Vancouver Motorcycle Club was another big player in our club’s early days and some of our oldest race photos show G.V.M.C. riders competing on our track. It was this club, in conjunction with the Fred Deeley dealership who brought the early Ariel and Triumph racers down to compete against our Harleys and Indians.This club is interesting in that it formed up via the fusion of the Fred Deeley dealership and some other clubs. Check out the following link for a great story on this club’s history www.gvmc.ca/howitbegan.asp .

Finally there is the Mount Baker Motorcycle Club founded in 1925 and charted with the AMA (charter # 260) in 1927. In 1931 they began sponsoring their AMA sanctioned Cowbell Enduro and it has been run every year since. The early J.R.M.C. riders participated in this event for many years during the 40s and 50s and there are photos of our J.R.M.C. brothers in the 1945 event including one of James“Patty” Patereau and Burt Rhotan who won. Then in 1946 the M.B.M.C. purchased 50 acres of land on Hannegan Road in Bellingham and have had their Hannegan Speedway there ever since.

And now finally we come down to what I’ll refer to as the third generation clubs. These are clubs that were created by the inspiration provided by the second generation clubs and were created for the same reasons but two national historic trends caused them to be started later. The defining characteristics for Third Generation clubs is that they started after 1930 and before the attack on Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. The first historical factor is that the AMA, then a lackey of the Harley-Davidson Motor Company, created the Class C category for amateur racers in 1930. The Indian and Harley factories (who were doing secret and illegal price fixing together) would save a bundle of money by no longer paying for factory racing teams (goodbye Wrecking Crew) yet keep their bikes in the publics’ eyes. It was sort of a “have your cake and eat it too” since now amateurs would pay the cost of racing. Rules were set so that a 750cc sidevalve engines could compete with 500cc overhead valve bikes. Both displacements matched the size of the Indian Scout and Harley VL and later WL/WRs in the 750 class and the Indian Prince and Harley Model C in the 500 class. The singles were soon dropped leaving only 750s to race and hill climb. Interestingly Class C is with us to this day.

The other historic factor is the Great Depression. The same reasons of cost cutting that motivated Harley-Davidson’s AMA to create the Class C Amateur racing category effected everything. Money and jobs dried up and Americans, and the World suffered. It took the Roosevelt administrations social programs to pull the economy up and towards the last few years of the 1930s, Hitler’s rapid expansion of German military power. The Feds started expanded factory output with money for weapon systems. Some of the big winners, economically, were Boeing, today’s PACCAR and Todd – Starting in 37 or 38 money was set aside for the production of armor, aircraft and warships and money began to flow back into the local economy. People finally had money for hobby pursuits. So the increasingly good economic outlook and the changes in AMA racing rules resulted in a whole bunch of new clubs being created in our area. So new clubs came on the scene in the late 30s up until our involvement in World War II.

In the previous blogs I’ve suggested the possibility of club founders growing up in families or circumstances that exposed them to motorcycles so I’ll stretch my hypothesis further by suggesting that as young men and women they got into the hobby because they came of age just as the Great Depression was winding down, riding was fun, there was the chance of winning cash purses in victorious Class C races and because there was no television, computers or other gadgets to keep them at home. These third generation clubs were specifically created for racing, hillclimbing and participating in motorcycle games and stunts. They did have road events but these were not as common. (The nice thing then was that there were no light laws so your race bike could also be your street bike without headlights and tastefully bobbed for racing). Competition and the chance for prizes and a higher standing in the AMA Class C. was what it was about.

The third generation clubs I know of are: the Olympic Motorcycle Club – 1937 –Still around today under the name Olympic Peninsula M.C., the Queen City Motorcycle Club – unknown start date but active in the early 1940s but extinct today, and the Seattle Cossacks Motorcycle Club– started January, 1938 and originally an all rounder very similar to the JRMC but eventually became only a stunt team. Most important of all was the start of the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club in 1941(though some oral traditions hint at a late 30s start), which has a long history as a competition club followed by a gradual evolution into the current riding and AMA Historical club that we are today. The neatest thing about our club is that there is an unbroken lineage of membership going back to the very beginning in 1941 with at least two members from then still alive at this time (February 2009). Well folks, I’ve run out of steam. Next time we’ll begin an analysis of the Jolly Roger Motorcycle Club itself.

Childhood of the J.R.M.C. part II

This time we’ll continue to look at what it was like in Western Washington for motorcyclists in the days before the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club was founded in 1941.
My rationale is that the seeds were planted in the childhood of the founding members from what they saw around them in the local motorcycle scene during the teens, twenties and thirties. Besides, there are some fascinating old photos of the bikes people rode in those days that managed to survive all these many years later. These photos let us know that we are connected to a long and vibrant history of motorcycling here in the Pacific Northwest. We are riding the same streets and visiting the same sites as those who rode in the early days. For this blog I’m going to stick mostly to the teens.

While Harley-Davidsons and Indians ruled the roost in the 1940s when the J.R.M.C. was started, the photographic evidence shows more of other makes of motorcycles in the early days of Western Washington. Indian (so far) takes the prize for the oldest photograph of a bike in Western Washington – a 1907 photo of an early Indian with a forecar mounted to its forks, (forecars were used before sidecars were invented). 

Beatrice and Al in their Indian Forecar in 1907 (Photo - Renton Historical Society)

Beatrice and Al in their Indian Forecar in 1907.

This same machine exists in a motorcycle museum in Chehalis which makes the photo all that much more interesting. After that it’s the 1910s photos of Excelsior and Flying Merkel that take center stage with a couple of 1910s Harley photos.
According to Herbert Wagner in his book on the first ten years of Harley-Davidson history, In The Beginning (well worth purchasing), the Merkel brand was well known in Milwaukee when the Harley Davidson was unknown. Additionally the styling of the 1903 Merkel is nearly identical with the first real Harley-Davidson except that the Harley motor was much bigger. Wagner thinks they got their styling cues from Merkel. As Harley-Davidson grew, Merkel shrank – the story of so many early motorcycle manufacturers. Then by the 1910s the Merkel factory was sold and a new company started under the name of Flying Merkel. This company had its factory in Pennsylvania. Somehow some Flying Merkels made it out here to Western Washington so there must have been a dealer somewhere in the area. I’ll keep my eyes out for where it might have been but for now I want to get this blog completed and posted so enjoy the photos. What is really neat is that one of them shows a Flying Merkel at the entrance to Mt. Rainier National Park which makes me think the dealer was probably in Tacoma; well built if it made it from there to the mountains on its own in those early years.

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An early Flying Merkel at the entrance of Mt. Rainier National Park taken about 1908. Photo from Tacoma Public Library

Flying Merkel somewhere in Tacoma 1916 (Tacoma Public Library)

Flying Merkel somewhere in Tacoma 1916 (Tacoma Public Library)

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As the remaining photos show, there seems to be a predominance of early Excelsior motorcycle photos. In the very first blog of the 1911 Endurance Run to Bellingham there is a line up of Excelsiors at Pioneer Square’s Pergola area. 1905/06 was the first year of production for Excelsiors  and the photo from 1911 showing so many in one place makes me believe that there was an aggressive dealer marketing them. There may be other makes in that 1911 photo but all the bikes up close appear to be Excelsiors (see the December blog for this photo). Then there are several shots of businesses in Renton and Auburn and a post office at Taylor, WA with Excelsiors.

M&H tire shop 1912 in Renton, WA showing and Excelsior (photo - MOHAI)

M&H tire shop 1912 in Renton, WA. I think the bike is an Excelsior.

 

Crescent Bicycle Shop 1912 showing a Excelsior and another antique motorcycle (Photo MOHAI)

Crescent Bicycle Shop, Auburn, WA in 1912 showing a couple of Excelsiors and another antique motorcycle.

 

Norman on his circa 1914 Excelsior 61 c.i. twin at the Taylor WA post office (MOHAI)

Norman on his circa 1914 Excelsior 61 c.i. twin at the Taylor WA post office.

My favorite is the picture from 1918 showing two Excelsior singles in the Seattle City Light motor vehicle fleet. I’ve had time to research those two more thoroughly since governments keep lots of records. Thanks to Seattle City Archives I’ve discovered their use and a good estimate of how long they lasted. City Light used them for troubleshooting. In other words they were used by linemen to go out and look for electrical outages. This was needed in the times before radios, cell phones and so forth. Once a down line was spotted the linemen would call for a line truck and the fix was on.
Part of Seattle City Light's electrical utility fleet showing two Excelsior motorcycles (Photo Seattle City Archives)

March 1918 photo of part of Seattle City Light's electrical utility fleet showing two Excelsior motorcycles (Photo Seattle City Archives)

City Light used these two motorcycles all the way up to 1939 as that’s the last time they are mentioned in City Light annual reports. I’d like to imagine that our Jolly Rogers founders saw the City Light bikes working when they were young. All this use of Excelsior motorcycles makes me wonder if there was a big interest and loyalty to Excelsiors in Seattle and suburbs over Harley or Indian or if it is just the fortune of history that Excelsior photos were preserved and most of the Harley-Davidson and Indian photos were lost? Who knows. I think the idea that the photos are lost makes more sense because Excelsior was #3 manufacturer nation-wide after Harley and Indian who, of course, traded places until World War I after which Harley remained #1 among domestic producers.
Considering that Excelsior was selling bikes to City government as well as individual riders, it must have had an enthusiastic following. One photo shows a rider proudly duded out in his Excelsior jersey and helmet. The photo has no other information with it but the fact that it was taken and shows the guy so proud in his “biker” outfit shows he was trying to impress the locals. Perhaps he was a racer and this was a publicity photo? Who knows?
What a biker looked like in 1913 - A Proud Excelsior Rider (Tacoma Public Library)

What a Seattle biker looked like in 1913 - a proud Excelsior Rider.

There is little or nothing left of Excelsior today here or anywhere else, It shut down by 1930. Its owner, Ignatz Schwinn, of bicycle fame, correctly judged the severity of the coming Great Depression and recognized that he should get out quick while he still was making money. Wise person but sad for motorcycling.
So Excelsior is gone but it does have some lingering ghosts. Most noticeable, the famous Schwinn bicycle is still made today. And here in Seattle there is one particularly impressive ghost. You can still visit the old Seattle Excelsior dealership today. The current Bauhaus coffee shop on Pine Street in Capitol Hill is in the actual structure that originally housed the Hirsch motorcycle and bicycle shop. Hirsch sold Excelsior motorcycles from this location from about 1911 to 1930. They also had another dealership in Tacoma so I think that they were the dealer who sold all those Excelsiors. I think the Seattle dealership remained as a motorcycle shop after that but I’ll need to hit the main library and scope out the City Directories before I can confirm that. At first I thought that J.R.M.C. founding member Larry “Poke” Poitras used it but his Indian dealership was on 12th Ave in Capitol Hill. So between 1930 and 1990 I don’t know what the building was used for but by 1991 it became the coffee shop it is. The current proprietor of the coffee shop is proud enough of his heritage to use a motorcycle as the logo of his business (though it appears to be a pre-war BMW which makes sense since Bauhaus is an art and design phase of history originating in Germany in the 1920s and 30s) and he has a framed photo of Excelsior motorcycles in front of the building in the 1920s in the coffee shop by the cash register.
An undated picture inside the Bauhaus Coffee Shop on Pike Street at the intersection of Bellevue Avenue showing the Excelsior motorcycle shop that the coffee shop now uses. (Photo by Bone)

An undated picture (bikes appear to be 1920s era) inside the Bauhaus Coffee Shop on Pine Street showing the Excelsior motorcycle shop that the coffee shop now uses. (Photo by Bone)

Asahel Curtis photo of the Excelsior Shop at Pike and Bellevue in 1917. Notice the solo and sidecar bikes on the sidewalk. (Photo UW Archives)

Asahel Curtis photo of the Excelsior Shop in 1917. Notice the solo and sidecar bikes on the sidewalk. The design of the building is different from the previous photos. This causes me to believe Hirsch upgraded the building between when this photo was taken and when the previous photo was taken in the 20s. (Photo UW Archives)

This juicy bit of motorcycle history has caused me to stop in occasionally for java on weekend mornings (the only time you can get parking in Capitol Hill). I invite those of you who don’t mind getting up early on Saturdays to take a ride up there to Pine Street to ponder the ghosts of motorcycles that once lined the shop and street. Driving in Seattle before 10 am weekend mornings isn’t so bad. Ride up there, grab a java (served in a paper cup with their motorcycle logo sticker on the cup), enjoy the thought of past motorcycle history and then hit the road quick before the traffic jams up the roads. I usually do this around 8 am and head out by 9.
Besides the old photo the coffee shop has, I found another taken by pioneer photographer Asahel Curtis. Curtis is the guy the rest stop on I90 on the west side of Snoqualmie Pass is named after. He was an important early photographer of Seattle and environs from about 1900 to the 1930s. The photo I found that he took shows the building with several solo bikes, a sidecar laying on the sidewalk unconnected and a sidecar outfit all set up. A streetcar is passing the place. There is no other information but it is known that Curtis used to take photos of businesses for insurance reasons so that might be why he took that one. Like most postings in various archives, it is not catalogued under “motorcycle” or “bicycle” and only by lucky chance did I discover it. So it’s here for posterity.
Bauhaus Coffee Shop today. My sidecar outfit is parked next to wear Excelsior bikes and sidecar outfits were once parked. Compare to old photos

Bauhaus Coffee Shop today. My sidecar outfit is parked next to where Excelsior bikes and sidecar outfits were once parked. Compare to old photos

You can almost feel the ghosts of old Excelsior motorbikes on this sidewalk

You can almost feel the ghosts of old Excelsior motorbikes on this sidewalk

The Excelsior name made a comeback in the late 1990s with the Excelsior-Henderson motorcycle – a new bike which heralded back to two famous old motorcycle names. I saw one once. All I remember of this “new” Excelsior was that the forks went through the fenders. Obviously they managed to make some prototypes but sadly the company died before mass production began. So Excelsior, for all intents and purposes, really is dead and gone but it did have an important presence in our area in the years before 1930.
Next time we’ll move into the twenties and the beginnings of Western Washington motorcycle clubs and from this to the birth of the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club.

Biker Bone January 21, 2009

Bauhaus Coffee Shops cool logo. Maybe this'll get me some free cups of coffee.

Bauhaus Coffee Shop's cool logo (are you reading this Bauhaus?) Maybe this'll get me some free cups of coffee.

The Childhood of J.R.M.C.

Touring rider at Dash Point on June 15 1925

Touring rider at Dash Point on June 15 1925. Note the location of the license plate.

Last time I made a comparison between driving in our December snow storm and riding in the early days, before modern pavement became very common. This took us back to the first decades of the 20th Century. Why start with that sort of stuff for a history blog about the Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club when the club didn’t start until 1941? The answer is simple. Our first club members didn’t pop up all of a sudden like mushrooms after rain. They created the J.R.M.C. in 41 because they were already bikers and they wanted a south end club because there wasn’t one. This means that they were actively involved in the motorcycle club culture that already existed in the Pacific Northwest and they grew up with families that were friendly to motorcycling. Founders Ken and Lila Bulen were already married and in their 20s when they and Woody Combs and some other graduates from Highline High School started the club. (They took the high school’s pirate mascot and modified it by adding motorcycle goggles to become our J.R.M.C. pirate).
In 1945, the time of the first major event at the old J.R.M.C. track, the riders would have been in their late teens, twenties, thirties and some even older. Someone thirty years old in 1945 would have been born in 1915. A forty year old would have been born in 1905! As children they would have witnessed the early motorcycles on the roads. Older ones would have remembered the incredibly popular board track racing that ended around 1922 and the up and coming dirt track racing and hill climbs that drew the crowds after. Board track racing had been so popular that when it ended it spawned the international sport of short track racing, but that’s another story entirely.

Board track racing in Tacoma around 1914

Board track racing in Tacoma around 1914

So if the early Jolly Rogers were childhood witnesses to the beginning of motorcycling in the Pacific Northwest what did they see? First of all they would have seen a wide array of early American motorcycles. There is photographic evidence of Excelsiors, Flying- Merkels and Indians being used since the early days. The oldest picture I’ve found is of a single cylinder Indian with a camel-back fuel tank on its rear fender and a forecar (ancestor of the sidecar) attached to its front forks in Renton in 1907. There are other photos of Flying Merkels as far back as 1908 at the entrance of Mt. Rainier National Park and Excelsiors in Pioneer Square by 1911. Obviously the photos that remain from those days are rare and there were many more bikes on the road than surviving evidence shows.
Children would have attended races and hill climbs with their parents, just as kids do today. They would have heard radio news or read newspaper exploits of various motorcycle daredevils, long-distance record setters and they would have seen plenty of speed cops in solo and sidecar police bikes. Families that owned bikes would have taken their children along for rides and to family picnics as photographic evidence shows.
Wall of Death rider at the September 1937 Puyallup Fair

Wall of Death rider at the September 1937 Puyallup Fair

As these children grew up they came to know about the exploits of the Tacoma Ducks (Tacoma M.C.), the Queen City Motorcycle Club in north Seattle, the Mt. Baker Motorcycle Club in Whatcom County and a bunch of other clubs from Eastern Washington, Northern Oregon and the Kitsap Peninsula. in fact, it was the existence of the north end Seattle club, Queen City M.C. that was the motivator for the Bulen’s and Combs to create a south end club in 1941 - our J.R.M.C.
Hill climber in Western Washington January 23 1934

Hill climber in Western Washington January 23 1934

The Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club didn’t start in a vacuum. It didn’t start cause some rube woke up one morning and said, “I think I’ll start a bike club today.” It happened because the earliest members were already deeply interested and often deeply involved in the motorcycle club scene in the Pacific Northwest. Like all of us, childhood helped shape their adult interests and since motorcycling was such an intense interest it shows that, as children, they were exposed to and inspired by earlier motorcyclists.
Family picnic at Des Moines, WA in 1930. Are the kids future Jolly Rogers?

Family picnic at Des Moines, WA in 1930. Are the kids future Jolly Rogers?

 Photo credits: The Museum of History and Industry, Seattle and the Tacoma Public Library.

Biker Bone
January 8, 2009

Blog entry for December 23, 2008

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     Jolly Rogers Motorcycle Club riders are a rough and ready group who, over the years, have easily faced the trials and tribulations of 420 foot “stairway’s to Heaven” TT track races, road races and crappy weather of all sorts.  For the past couple weeks, in Seattle and all of Washington, we’ve faced new challenges that have tested our patience and have given us a taste of what winter is like for most everyone else in the northern part of our Nation.

   Most of us are having enough trouble getting around in our four-wheel cages much less our motorcycles, (though if anyone has an ice-racing bike that would probably do okay in this weather).  I did take my sidecar outfit for a spin on Saturday and it managed but the other traffic that had ventured out was no confidence builder. People were sliding around corners, turning stop signs into yield signs, fish tailing on turns and generally mucking up things for an intrepid sidecarist. Throw in the fact that pedestrians were wandering down the middle of most streets because they wanted better footing and it was just plain dangerous.

   Ice and snow covered ruts challenged the drive wheel on the Harley-Davidson and as it dug its way up inclines and managed to pull forward but in a back and forth swerving motion. I recognize now that the third wheel, on the chair, kept the bike from tipping over and pushed back against the drive wheel to propel the machine onwards. Still, with the loonies who were driving with the skills of troglodytes, I felt that discretion was the correct action. Keep this trip short!

  At the Exxon at Barton and 35th SW I filled up the tank with gasoline and continued to amuse all the pedestrians who were waiting, helplessly for the bus which never came. (So much for the Mayor’s emphasis on public transport – I saw an articulated bus crashed at Roxbury and 35th SW and two regular buses stuck near High Point. With this sort of record we can be assured that low-quality service on Metro will continue, as ever).

  Back to gassing up – yes I put gasoline into the tank and filled up and then headed over to the Westwood Post Office to mail some bills. I continued to weave back and forth in the odd motion of a sidecar outfit on thick snow. I passed another stuck bus on Barton Street, its flashers annoyingly announcing its distress. A cop went by in the other direction with an incredulous look on his face as he stared at me passing the other way. At the post office I dropped the mail in the drive up mail box and some customers asked me if I wasn’t scared of driving that “thing” in this weather.  I thought up some sarcastic comments but decided it best to merely ignore these kind of fools. I continued on back to Barton and the traffic combat zone.

   I headed back to Arbor Heights and calculated that Roxbury and 37th would be the least of the inclines I’d have to face as I headed home. The outfit had to really tug to get up the rutted and icy 37th but it did. I was fearful of getting stuck but that didn’t happen. For the first time ever I kind of wished I had a lower first gear.  Four blocks later I was at home and the outfit was in the garage. I didn’t realize it till I dismounted but I was shaking a bit. Guess the ride was more grueling than I had first thought.

  In the warmth of my house and with my fingers slowly thawing out, I got thinking about the hellish driving I’d just experienced and appreciated, more than ever, our normal winters when the only irritation is cold rain and slimy streets. At least in that kind of weather motorcycles can get around as long as the riders exercise some level of caution and awareness. But not in this snowy stuff – The Minnesota effect is too extreme.

  Pondering on this and being passionate about history I got to wondering about what it was like for drivers back in the day. With the help of the internet and Seattle City Archives I did a search on “roads” and pulled some interesting pictures from the early days of motor vehicle transport. Seems that our intrepid first motorists and motorcyclists faced some really nasty driving and it wasn’t just during freak snowstorms. Looking at old photos it can be seen that only the central parts of the city were paved and the paving was brutal. It consisted of large, lumpy paving blocks that would have given the primitive motor vehicles of the day a kind of jack-hammer riding experience. If you want to know what the entire City of Seattle was paved in just cruise down 1st Avenue in Pioneer Square to the Totem Pole. There is an old street that has been turned into a pedestrian mall which has kept these old turn-of-the century paving blocks. They are so uneven that pedestrians can trip walking over them.  I’ve included a photo from the first ever motorcycle competition in the area taken in 1911 that shows the exact place I’m talking about.

  In the picture above the roadway appears smooth and level but it isn’t. Consider the brutal effect on the skinny two inch tires on those Excelsior motorcycles. While the jack hammer effect of riding around the city on this pavement would have been nasty it was luxury compared to what most of the city streets consisted of.

  Only the central part of town – Pioneer Square over to Virginia and up to about 8th or 9th  Avenues would have had these blocks of pavement. After that it was all “water-bound macadam” a kind of generic term for “mud road”. As soon as the jack-hammering ended the rider would have driven into thick mud (except maybe in summer when rutted dusty roads would have been the alternative). The riding experience I just had in the snow would have been the normal, regular, daily experience of an early motorist or motorcyclist.

   And just as we’ve seen how unprepared and amateurish our local governments have been with this current snow situation, it was even worse back in the day. Typically the government would wait until things were so bad that axles were braking on commercial vehicles. Then they would send out crews of laborers to shovel large rocks into the ruts. Steam rollers would come out and compact the resulting mess of rock and mud to a somewhat level appearance. And then they would leave and nothing would be done until large numbers of citizens, once again, complained and the City would repeat its antics. This next photo shows an example of water-bound macadam on a Seattle street in November 5, 1915. This street is actually in good condition – none of the ruts look like axle breakers but can you imagine hitting this at about 20 to 25 mph with your motorcycle and its 2 inch tires?
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  The photo shows 14th Avenue S looking northward from Director Street. Notice that the posted speed limit is 20 mph.  I can imagine motorcyclists would be slogging from side to side as their skinny tires followed the ruts. It would have been extra difficult with the clutchless engines of those days and if a bike stalled it would have to be pedaled in this muck to get it started again.
Think of the sweat and pain that would have been.

   So, in my reverie of things past I realized that the current nasty riding conditions will soon be history themselves and we will be back to our soggy, slimy Pacific Northwest streets. Consider your current misery as a dose of driving from the past and then you can appreciate better how far we’ve come and how gutsy the bikers from back in the day had to be.

 

Biker Bone