We are pleased to announce the 7th Annual SCMG Film Festival occurring on Saturday evening April 30, 2016 at the Barrymore Theatre on Atwood Ave. Madison Wisconsin. The featured film is 1 MAN’S DREAM: THE BRITTEN BIKE STORY, a film about designing and building the ultimate “Super” bike. New Zealander John Britten did more than talk about it. He went ahead and built it – at home and by hand! http://brittendvd.co.nz
This is his amazing true story. From the backyard workshop to the screaming action of Daytona and the Isle of Man, this fascinating video captures all the drama – the dreams and the nightmares, the Triumphs and the tragedies. It is the legend of the man from “Down Under ” who dared to challenge the might and wisdom of the world’s great motorcycle production factories and captured a nation’s imagination en route. And it is the tale of the revolutionary bike that confounded the critics and took the world by storm. John received word of his motorcycles greatest victories only two months before he succumbed to cancer. Twenty years later the story of the Britten motorcycle continues. New video captures the memorial reunion of all but one of ten Britten V-1000 motorcycles, the riders who rode them to glory, and the past and present owners. Capping the reunion events, the Britten V-1000 motorcycle ridden by Andrew Stroud, winners at Daytona 20 years earlier, won the Battle of the Twins at the AHMRA Barber Vintage Festival.
The Barrymore Theatre Doors will open at 5:30 p.m. The show starts at 6:30 p.m. Tickets are $8 in advance and $10 day of show. Advance tickets available on-line at www.barrymorelive.com and by phone at (608) 241-8633, with $1.00 convenience charge. Advance tickets are also available at Film Festival Sponsors. 2015 sponsors include Sauk Prairie Harley-Davidson, Indian of Madison, Motorcycle Performance, and Steelhorse Law.
As with previous SCMG Film Festival events, motorcycle-only parking will be available for on-street parking in the vicinity of the Barrymore Theatre. Please set a personal goal to encourage at least one additional friend to attend the Film Festival event this year. There will be a party with cash bar in the lobby of the theatre after the feature film showing.
A long, long, long, time ago
The Slimey Cruds are essentially a loosely confederated group of fortysomething hard-core lifelong sport bike-oriented motorcyclists whose motto is “Ride Hard, Ride Short.” The club has no formal rules, but hews to an unwritten- indeed, unspoken until this moment-code of honor that might be stated thusly:
A Crud never turns down a beer unless he already has one in each hand, or is busy lighting a cigarette recently bummed off another member.
Excerpt from The Slimey Crud Experience:
by Gary Charpentier
The rider sat tall and straight in the saddle. Burbling along at a reasonable pace, he was oblivious to the five rip-snorting Ducati’s chomping at the bit behind him. His mount was a mid-sixties Triumph 500 Daytona, and he rode it with a style that bespoke many years experience and an intimate familiarity with his machine. At one point, noticing the eager Italian entourage behind him, he attempted to wave them on, but the leader of those Dukes declined the offer and remained a respectful distance behind thinking, “We’re riding with The Man, Peter Egan. We shall not pass.”
For those of you who read Cycle World or even Road & Track, Mr. Egan needs no introduction. This is the guy Road & Track sent to Italy to test drive the new Ferraris! His columns are a window on a world most of us can only dream of, yet meeting him impresses upon me the fact that he is really just a gentleman gearhead like the rest of us. He’s also a great writer, of course, and some of the obscure references one finds in his columns and articles reflect an education rich in variety and depth. But deep down is a fascination with fine machinery with which his readers can readily identify, which makes him a really cool guy to talk to. I left him with a copy of this magazine (with my first column in it) and a very fine cigar, both of which he promised to enjoy that evening while sitting in his latest acquisition: an early Jaguar E-type roadster.
I met Mr. Egan at the Slimey Crud Motorcycle Gang autumn cafe racer ride. It was a perfect setting with perfect weather and a perfect bunch of people to share it with. That about sums it up. The roads around Madison, Wisconsin are a fascinating blend of curves and elevation changes all set in a bucolic agricultural scene made all the more dramatic by the season in which we experienced them. Autumn is a time of brilliant color, nature showing us its best just before bedding down for another long, cold winter. It is also the time of the harvest, which means that farm machinery can lurk around any given curve or over the top of the next hill, and large clumps of dirt and other organic matter dropped from tractor tires lie right in the middle of your apex-strafing line. Gotta be careful out there!
Several hundred bikes were on display in the parking lots of the two meeting places: Jakes bar in Leland and Sprechers bar in Pine Bluff, Wisconsin. Every genre and era was represented, with the emphasis on sporting motorbikes from Europe and Japan. There were a few Harleys, as always, and some of the “other” cruisers, but anyone with an appetite for the obscure or exotic was not disappointed at this gathering. There was no organized time or route for the run, simply a map with the two “marshaling areas” and a maze of tasty routes in between; all the better for variety’s sake as well as for keeping the local constabulary guessing.
As things began to wind down for the day, I adjourned with Gene Rankin (who was riding his gorgeous DB-2) back to Jakes Bar to get acquainted with the members of SCMG and learn a bit of the history of this august group of motorcyclists. It seems that the Slimey Crud Motorcycle Gang was hatched by a group of graduate students at UW Madison as a way to share their favorite pastime with like-minded individuals. The name itself was selected rather tongue-in-cheek, making fun of the biker-mania which was prevalent in the popular media of the time. These gentlemen are neither mother stabbers nor father rapers, however, their idea of a good time doesn’t always agree with the strict definition of law and order. Membership is a hazy affair, as there are no “colors” to speak of, and my host Gene was even uncertain of his status though he had been “hanging around” since the second meeting way back in, well, a long time ago, anyway. Everyone I met who was associated with this group would be a fascinating interview in his own right, but they all had places to go and… you know. I have promised myself I will visit them again. I believe they have another ride planned for the first Sunday in May. Anyone care to join me? GaryC-
– Minnesota Motorcycle Monthly circa May 1998