Die VINCENT aus Saigon (Vietnam)

  • Griassduib - bin gestern ueber diesen Artikel gestolpert - und nachdem ich seit jetzt ueber 35 Jahren in SEA lebe und auch regelmaessig Kunden in Vietnam besuche - hiermit geteilt . Tolle Geschichte ... !!!

    All credits to BIKESHEDTIMES

    The Saigon Shadow – Bounty of the Revolution

    Built for a world record speed attempt, used as leverage against Vietnamese communist revolutionary Ho Chi Minh, sold off to an arts student in Saigon, plucked out of a war zone by an Aussie fighter pilot, recommissioned and blasted around the hills of south-western Australia, and now in private hands in Queensland — this is one amazing tale about one amazing motorcycle. DANIEL TALBOT traces the fascinating history of a highly-modified factory-built Vincent Black Shadow that was once used by the French and American governments in an attempt to stem the spread of Communism.


  • One day a man decided to retire..

    He booked himself on a Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of

    his life, that is, until the ship sank. He soon found himself on an island

    with no other people, no supplies, nothing, only bananas and coconuts.

    After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most

    gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to the shore.

    In disbelief, he asks, "Where did you come from? How did you get here?" She

    replies, "I rowed over from the other side of the island where I landed when

    my fishing boat sank."

    "Amazing," he notes. "You were really lucky to have a row boat wash up with


    "Oh, this thing?" explains the woman. " I made the boat out of some raw

    material I found on the island. The oars were whittled from mangrove

    branches. I wove the bottom from palm tree branches, and the sides and stern

    came from a Eucalyptus tree."

    "But, where did you get the tools?"

    "Oh, that was no problem," replied the woman." On the south side of the

    island, a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock is exposed.

    I found that if I fired it to a certain temperature in a volcanic vent

    I found just down island, it melted into ductile iron and I used that to

    make tools and used the tools to make the hardware."

    The guy is stunned.

    "Let's row over to my place," she says "and I'll give you a tour."

    So, after a short time of rowing, she soon docks the boat at a small hand

    built wharf. As the man looks to shore, he nearly falls off the boat. Before

    him is a long stone walk leading to a cabin and tree house. While the woman

    ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man can only stare

    ahead, dumb struck.

    As they walk into the house, she says casually, "It's not much, but I call

    it home. Please sit down." "Would you like a drink?"

    "No! No thank you," the man blurts out, still dazed. "I can't take another

    drop of coconut juice." "Oh, it's not coconut juice," winks the woman. "I

    have a still. How would you like a Jack Daniels neat?"

    Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down

    on her couch to talk. After they exchange their individual survival stories,

    the woman announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable.

    Would you like to take a shower and shave? There's a razor in the bathroom

    cabinet upstairs."

    No longer questioning anything, the man goes upstairs into the bathroom.

    There, in the cabinet is a razor made from a piece of tortoise bone. Two

    shells honed to a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside a

    swivel mechanism.

    "This woman is amazing," he muses. "What's next?"

    When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but a bandana around her

    blonde locks and some small flowers on tiny vines, each strategically

    positioned, she smelled faintly of coconut oil. She then beckons for him to

    sit down next to her.

    "Tell me," she begins suggestively, slithering closer to him, "We've both

    been out here for many months. You must have been lonely. When was the last

    time you had a really good ride?

    She stares into his eyes.

    He can't believe what he's hearing!

    "You mean..." he swallows excitedly as tears start to form in his eyes, "You


    "You've built a Vincent?"

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    Schöne Geschichte.

    Mir geht es wie dem Schiffbrüchigen - einen Ride auf meiner Boxer BMW kommendes Wochenende

    in Hockenheim bevorzuge ich auf jeden Fall ;-)

    Beste Motorradfahrergrüße