- Ur BMWs: '77 R100/7 and '82 R65, in a field in Upper Bucks.
- The /7, full dress in its glory days
- The Sedgwick garage, where much could be accomplished with an R65 tool kit, a hammer and liquid wrench. Horsehide NYC police jacket considered quality riding gear.
- The R65 underwent a minor restoration in this garage, seeing many of the NE weather-ravaged, rust-frozen parts replaced. Eight years on its in the best shape since I've owned it.
- The unrestored /5 in all its, um, glory. The seller was surprised when I told him I planned to ride it back to Phila. It runs, doesn't it?
- The /5 on Route 1 during a wonderful if slightly ill-fated trip. The bike almost made it home. Moments early AGB had a close encounter with the Conowingo dam on the /7. BMW hard bags served as bumpers. The /5 wouldn't have fared as well.
- Salad days of the /7. This bike has a storied Phila Riders history being the same bike involved in a spectacular Turkey Pro slow race DNF while piloted by a subsequent owner.
- AGB, Philadelphia police jacket, in a field somewhere in New Jersey. One still sees these jackets worn by the Expressway Patrol from time to time. Still the most bad ass American police jacket.
- This bike taught me many lessons I may still ignore, but will not soon forget.
- Salad days of the V50II, before being cafe'd, living the hard life on the lower east side, and having more than one run-in with a taxi.
- In some ways, life was simpler - some soft bags, a leather jacket and a white helmet. But always lurking in the back of your mind was the agonizing mystery of whether the bike would take you home.
- I had the pleasure of riding the V50 for a time. I thought it a fine bike, despite the reputation. It set a world record for bark louder than bite.