World class golf courses, hotel, condos, Imax theater, Golf Hall of Fame, and about 300+ show quality antique and classic motorcycles make for a wonderful day.
World Golf Village is a resort development just north of St. Augustine, FL. This is the twelfth year of the Riding into History event. Proceeds of the event go to the Wounded Warrior Project.
The central lake with an encircling sidewalk was the display area for the motorcycles.
Here’s a small sampling of what was on display:
Abingdon King Di*k (nice name,eh!) name censored by forum software.
Allstate
Antique bicycles
BMWs
BMW continued:
Ariel 4 Square
BSAs
Bultaco
Ducati
Harley Davidsons
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Awesome display of bikes. My Dad lives in Flagler and that may have been his red /2 in your pictures. His friend owns a grey /2 so that may have been his....I'll have to ask him if they were there!
Thanks for sharing!
Ric wrote:Huh...nice pix....ThX.....
Were there no Kawasaki Triples ?
There may have been. There were too many show quality bikes to see them all, and sometimes it was difficult to get a clear picture of a bike without people blocking the view.
That's great JB! What a fun neighborhood bike. There were really a lot of bikes in that post that I liked. I wish I had kept my first bike (at age 13); a yellow Kawasaki 100.
GypsyRR wrote:That's great JB! I wish I had kept my first bike (at age 13); a yellow Kawasaki 100.
GypsyRR, We all do!!!! I would even settle for some pictures, but I guess we thought it would never end, we had a lot of "Iron" but nobody owned a camera (and maybe that was a good thing). JB, Thanks for the post, I really enjoyed it, mnn
I remember riding my cousin's beat up rust colored Whizzer when I was 13 or so, on a dirt road around a lake. Handling was terrible! Engine had a lot of flywheel mass and a cool sound (for a young teen's ears). The gearing was pretty tall to, like 2nd gear of any M/C. Pedal to start then let go of the compression release to start the engine. Ahhh . . .the formative years.