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Sunnyvale Motorcycle Retirement Home

The Motorcycle Recovery Guys

A word From

The President of  Sunnyvale Motorcycle Retirement Home

Cotton Willie

Your dearly departed bike

Some hard knock stories

This is not for the squeamish

Are you tired of pushing your bike from one side of the garage to the other to make room for the kids bicycles

 Are there parts all over the place.  Can't remember where you put the crank case or the cylinder heads

How did all your years of saving bike hardware end up outside in the rain until it all had turned into a single solid block of rust

Are you spending more time on the side of the road with your broken down home built than with your girlfriend

Is she spending more time with your buddy in his pickup truck, picking you up from the side of the highway

 Are you waiting until a new product is invented that you can just spray on

and wipe the rust back to chrome. 

Good Neighbor

Are You tired of listening to your neighbor complaining about how your old Honda leaning against the outside of your garage for the last 12 years looks so good when he looks out from his patio every morning while having a coffee with his wife.  

The Bike Builder

OK.  So you found this 650 Yamaha at a yard sale for $600.00.   It would be really cheap on insurance and it would look really good chopped.   I'll take it apart piece by piece and rebuild it.  I'll turn it into a show bike.    We know.  We were all there at some time or another.   Buy a cheap Jap bike and turn it into a Harley chopper.  Great idea.   I love shrooms.  But 10 years later you've ended with less parts than you started out with.   And some how that big idea you thought was great has dwindled and fizzled to rust.  And it just seemed so much easier to go out and buy that brand new bike that made you look so good with your brand new chick on the back.  Yes.  It seemed so sensible.     But no matter how much you cared and wanted to hold on.  When the relation ship is over and you've lost that spark.   You can't force it.   It has to be a natural thing.  An old mechanic once said to me as a boy.  If you let it go and it finds its way back to the garage then it was meant to be.  

Just Kidding

Are you sure your X was kidding when she said, don't think I'm fooling with you mister if you don't come over right this minute and pick up your shit, or she'd call the scrap guy and he'd be more than happy to pop by and pick up these shiny little  chrome parts that say Harley on them.   That was 3 months ago. You could have really used those parts now.

Mom's Love

 You come home after serving six months. In the militia I mean.  Your mom tells yah. Well son while you were away some nice boys came along and took away that red old rusted bike you had chained up against the old oak tree. Imagine that after all these years. Finally Gone.  Mom says they offered her $50.00 for it. And she says to them, oh no no boys I wouldn't hear of it. You keep that $50.00 and buy something nice for your mothers. Slit it up between each other.  It's the least my son can do for you. Especially after seeing how hard you boys worked trying to get that chain off the bike.  And all those parts.  You boys work so well together and so fast she says to them.  Mom says it took them only a half hour and it was all apart and loaded into your van that I left rotting, blocking the garage entrance. Lucky I found the keys and ownership she says.  You always said you'd like to sell it. So I did but that nice boy Tony said it wasn't worth anything.  Too much work and that he'd do us a favor and just take it to the scrap yard after they were done moving the parts.

I've never seen such concentration and team work. It looked like they've been doing this forever.  And then she says to me you should work so hard.  If only you were more like them when you were younger you'd never had gotten in so much trouble. You and your friends.  She reminded the boys to make sure they buy something special for their moms. All mothers need love too. They worry about you all the time. Buy you are all good boys. Not like my son the devil spawn. There is no love like a mothers love.  Mom said they all had a big cry and then a group hug. She invited them all to stay for dinner but they seamed to be in a big hurry to leave so she gave them all veal cutlets in fresh Italian bread ready to go and they all promised to be back again soon to meet me in person. I said wasn't that nice of them.  And mom says I should have been here so I could meet them and maybe learn something from them...  They were such fine young good looking boys.  Just like you used to be. But with a lot more hair and so thin she says.  They were so very helpful while they were here. They also helped me clean out your filthy room.

Oh and they also sold me a Rolex watch and said this was a very expensive make. I bought it for you son even though you don't deserve a thing. Still mother loves her little boy.  She said she paid only a hundred dollars for it.  I could see from across the room where it said made in Japan.

Oh by the way son, they left you the frame and the chain still attached to the tree. They said they couldn't unlock it so I let them use one of your welding tools in your garage to cut through it.  But half way through the tank thingy it ran out of a gas. The youngest fellow named Tony said he would return the welding machines as soon as he filled it with gas.  He said he would be by next week after he gets out of rehab.  She thought he said he'd come by after he calls a cab. No cab ever showed up here and the chain and Indian Chief frame is still against that damn tree. My mom also told me that Tony said if your not going to be using the frame he'd like it back at some point. He says no use having all these parts without the frame.

Tony has never been back and my collection of early DC comics and playboys have never been seen again  

Sunnyvale Motorcycle Retirement Home

Open

Since 2001 can help you

Retirement home for your aged Motorcycle

Even if all you have is just the frame and it's chained against a wall, call us we'll pick it up. 

Save a part save a bike

We'll do all the moving and lifting for you
FREE of CHARGE

We'll even pay if you think its worth something

No matter how old or bad it looks
 
Just Call Us
We Love the Hunt

THE GOOD    |    THE BAD    |  THE UGLY

   

Some things to think about before you call us.

Location;  We will travel virtually any where for a motorcycle and their parts. Looking for rare and interesting  pieces.

Total Junkers;  We don't care how rough the motorcycle is. Will travel with in Ontario Canada. Special cases will warrant different arrangements.

Paper Work; If the owner ship still exists for that particular bike you'll need to have that ready to sign over to us. If non exists you will need to sign a piece of paper stating that it no longer exist and you are giving it up to us as a parts bike.

Preparation Of Motorcycle;  We will do all that work for you. We will dig it out for you.  No matter where it is located. Behind the barn or just buried  beneath tons of rubble and debris. If you have any loose or spare parts that belong to the Motorcycle please save it for us.

We will do all the lifting and loading for you.  Just point us in the right direction.
Normally we don't pay for scrap motorcycles but if you think your motorcycle is worth any thing. Please let us know right away, how much you would like for it. We will negotiate a price with you.

Looking to buy; Old basket cases, parts, wrecks, vintage.

Harley's, Indian's, Triumphs, BSA's, Norton's, Yamaha's Honda's Kawasaki's BMW Moto Guzzi

                                What ever you got

We'll even pay if you think its worth something. 

         What do we do with the old Motorcycles.     

  • First we pick up and deliver your bike to it's new residence. Then we will assess the condition of the bike.  Hopefully it hasn't disintegrated to dust by the time we get to it. Myself plus team member and  close confidante and friend Doug  which so happens to be one of the most learned motorcycle rebuilder guy I've ever met.  LOL.   Sorry.  I a funny thought came to mind.   Unrelated.   He's actually a walking encyclopedia of motorcycle information and experience. Not only that, Doug was around when the old school was built. He stood outside and watched them erect the the entire "Old School".  That's where we found Doug's one night just in among some construction sleeping in an old discarded card board box that once housed a Black 1974, 850 Norton Commando kick start only. Sadly once owned by Cotton Willie. Lost to a piece of slithering  bacterial spreading low life thief that sulks around in the night like a rat... That was in 1975. Mr. Scum and Cotton Willie's Norton were never seen again.  And today the scars  still run deep.   I don't know if it shows any more. I think I'm over it. But no one else should have to feel this pain. But like Bonnie my old art Teacher always used to say to me as she would rip up my art work that I was working on at the time  and quietly whisper to me "to Just start over again son".   Bonnie would often say to me.  Willie. "What doesn't kill ya. Will only make you stronger". That's how this blend of metal sculpture and good old fashion old school has bread this fine company "Sunnyvale Motorcycle Retirement Home"... Damn, I'm begging to well up again...  Anyhoo enough about me. Guitar Doug is what we call him.  Coinsure of  fine guitars and motorcycle stuff.  Anyways apparently he really knows his stuff.  Doug has been heard boasting  on numerous occasions that he has built 85 Indian motorcycles in his time. I'm always saying to Doug.  I says Doug. There is no such word in the English language as a "Bad Bike  Just Bad Bikers". Anyways back to what we do with these old boys. Basically really. Doug and I will come, pick up your bike and we'll recycle the parts or rebuild them back at a later time. 

  • . Others;  will become stored parts until some day some one calls out from the dark and its your part number you hear being called out beckoning... And then suddenly a miracle.. You live!  You laugh out. You take in the air, the gas flows  you spark and you see yet another  glorious biking day. Save a part Save a bike. One day your part could save a bike. This hasn't been easy for me either. I'm starting to well up... Sorry.
    Are you worried about what will happen to your old motorcycle when his or her time has come?

  • Can't take care of your beloved bike anymore

  • Is she too far gone?

  • Maybe it's time

  • Let us take the burden away from you

  • Send us your old, tired, retired, your sick the neglected.

  • Maybe it's time the people at Sunnyvale Motorcycle Retirement Home take over and lighten some of your burden

  • Let the professionals that truly care what happens to your bike take over now.  You'll wish you had done this a long time ago. Look at all this extra room you'll have now.

  • We are the custodians of old forgotten motorcycles

Sunnyvale Motorcycle Retirement Home

 Location
53 Brendwin Rd
Toronto Ontario
Canada
M6N4V6

Web Site http://headhunterscasting.com/content

We also do repair and custom metal work on  motorcycles
Home Phone ; 416-762-4700
Pager; 416-517-4520
Email: willie@headhunterscasting.com

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 1981 Shovel Custom



 

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Update 

for

2007.

Pictured here on the Speed channel this week doing a fmx demo at the Moncton Canadian MX national,

Fuel TV' s Project Detention last month riding for a DVD called Detonation,

Featured in the Bonus Section of Jay Schwitzer's "ON THE PIPE 3",

pictured in a full page add for Innova Tires in Transworld MX,  

Jumped at the Georgia Dome for 68 000 and then Tampa Stadium for 72 000.... been a good month.


 

The Big Flip

2010

Paul Smith

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I am practicing all week here in Georgia and headed to another show in Pensacola Florida this weekend

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THE BIKER

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.
But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair.
But, you didn't see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn't see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn't see me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn't see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.

But, you didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family.

But, you didn't see me.

Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.

But, you didn't see me.

Re-post this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community.

If you don't re-post this, It sucks to be you. I hope you never loose someone that rides.


EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US,

RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND

TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE'RE NOT IN 'YOUR' WAY

LIVE TO RIDE . . . . RIDE TO LIVE

 

 


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