I KNOW it’s macabre, but as I wandered around the paddock at the Vintage Motorcycle Club of WA’s annual swap meet in Cannington today, I couldn’t help but think of that awesome scene from world-dominating TV series Game of Thrones when tens of thousands of reanimated corpses come back to life and storm the Wilding camp.
Sorry if you’re not a Game of Thrones tragic (there’s not many of you left, you know), but I’m sure you get the drift — huge numbers of dead folks coming back to life.
But there it was. From stall to stall and trailer to trailer, ghosts of motorcycles-past floated above the crowd. There were body parts and corpses everywhere. Carburettors, frames, fenders; some as old as my kids, some as old as my father, some almost as old as my long-departed grandfather, strewn across the paddock like the aftermath of some Armageddonic battlefield, just waiting for their inevitable Jon Snow moment.
And inside the exhibition centre, the undead were on display — living proof that motorcyclic reincarnation is not only possible but, thanks to events like the swap meet, almost inevitable. Hundred-year-old BSAs and Douglases from Britain and at least one Reading Standard from the USA, brought back to life after decades in rusty tombs, stood proud and strong.
Many bikes were not yet a hundred years old, and had not yet gone to their graves. Seemingly endless BSAs, ranging from B50MX and Victor dirt bikes to Gold Stars, had not been reincarnated at all; they just keep refusing to die.
We took a bunch of pics and tried not to spook ourselves.