Triumph Motorcycles; and a little story about passion and brotherhood.

Special thanks to Paul Niedermeyer, (Curbside Classics) for the awesome pictures.

During the year 2014, I had the opportunity to work for a big restoration shop in Brazil. Among many different activities we performed there, one of them was selling used “premium” motorcycles.

The Studio Phoenix, showroom, during its heyday, in 2014.

This little story happened on a hot summer afternoon. I was almost asleep on my desk when I saw an old guy coming through the front door, walking slowly, a cane in his hand. I would say he was on his eighties.

He passed by the Harleys and BMWs and he didn’t pay attention to the Ducatis either, but the Triumphs caught his eyes.

I got up, walked over to him, shook his hand, and even before I could introduce myself he asked:

“Do they till make Triumphs?” 

“Yes, they still do. Brand new if you want”, I said.

He laughed, tapped gently on the gas tank of a Daytona 675 that was between us, and said:

“Oh no!!!  I don’t ride anymore”

“But I had quite a few Triumphs, a long time ago. I think my first one was back in 1960.

Then he started telling me about a time when paved roads were rare and the broken bikes had to be fixed in backyards. Parts had to be adapted from other bikes or even built from the scratch.

He also told me about details of the machine that only a guy who tore them apart and put everything back together could possibly know.

He was the kind of guy who rode Triumphs not to show off, but because he loved them.

He even told me that he and his pals used to race their bikes on the back roads, outside of town.

“ We wore no helmets, no gloves… Just a bunch of reckless kids”

I tried to convince him that the bikes have changed a lot, but the kids… They haven’t changed that much.

– “Perhaps…” he said. “Perhaps…

Steve McQueen

Sometimes he would stare at the Triumph logo and be quiet. Maybe he was trying to remember more stories.

I would have gladly listened to them all.

I accompanied him to the door and before we parted, he looked at my left boot, with the leather worn out by the bike’s shifter.

“A biker  yourself ?”

“Sure”, I said.

He smiled, shook my hand as strong as he could, wished me luck, and left.

Bob Dylan

No, I never had a Triumph and most likely I’ll never have one, but it doesn’t matter; we are all bikers.

That handshake is a record of a brotherhood. We can find our “brothers” anywhere in the world, in different situations.

We are bikers and we’ll always be; even if the weariness of time forbids us to keep on riding.

Published by Rubens Junior

Passionate about classic cars, motorcycles, airplanes, and watches.

5 thoughts on “Triumph Motorcycles; and a little story about passion and brotherhood.

  1. You got that exactly right. Great story. My friend has cerebral palsy and a learning disability. He loves going for a ride on one of the families bikes (brother, uncle, grandad) or with me. I’ve noticed how other bikers see him not as someone with a disability but as a fellow biker. it is so heart-warming. 😀

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