STILL ENJOYING PARTS OF THE LAST CENTURY

One of the great things about being a motorcyclist is accumulating T shirts. After you have acquired your first T shirt, they just seem to multiply and fill drawer after drawer.

Strangely, the same phenomena occurs with caps, except the leather variety of course.

Now the other day as I donned my favourite Harley cap that I had bought from Dudley Perkins Co in San Francisco, CA, back in 1992, She Who Must Be Obeyed said to me,’ Why are you still wearing stuff you bought way back in the last century?’

What a revelation! A bloke likes to wear his age well, but advertising you are still partially stuck in the 20th century. No way, after all, just being in the 21st century is a genuine bonus, and 16 years in to boot.

Now tomorrow being Valentines Day I thought I’d show the Mistress of Cassa Creakingbones how much I valued her observations about my headwear. How to do so without buying heart shaped chocolates was the problem.

Then it dawned on me, T shirts from the 20th century.

Under cover of darkness I ratted through my wardrobe(closet to my American friends) and the drawers of the dresser.

What a find, ancient T shirts still neatly ironed and folded, just waiting to be worn.

Not long after first light this morning, I snuck into my studio and photographed some of the collection before I tucked them all away in the studio’s loft, to be retrieved and discussed when the heat is off.

Now I hope my Harley owner friends who read this blog will forgive me for including evidence of an occasional lapse where I’ve been astride a BMW since getting the Harley bug in 1992.

The following images from some of my last century T-shirt collection are here for your amusement. I’ve cropped off most of the shirt fabric as I’m sure oceans of black are of no interest to you.

Last Century T shirt 3_20160213_0001 copy 2In 1962,my employer sent me to the United States of America on a study tour. My first port of call just happened to be the above Harley Dealer in LA where I bought the cap that’s caused today’s feverish exercise.

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When time permits I’ll photograph the balance of my last century T-shirts and in the mean time I’ll come to a decision as to their ultimate fate, in full consultation of course with the Mistress of Cassa Creakingbones.

Hoo roo for now.

PS. The lengthy report I submitted to my superiors after three months overseas conducting  fastidious, meticulous and learned research contained no mention of Harley Davidson dealerships in the USA, Canada and other countries.

 

 

CHERISHED MEMORIES FROM 1992

She Who Must Be Obeyed has declared that Cassa Creakingbones  shall be cleared of all ‘unnecessary paraphernalia.’

Now as a bloke, I’ve absolutely no idea what unnecessary paraphernalia includes so, to be on the safe side, I’ve  rummaged through my files and relics of my working life to find anything that may, even remotely, fall within the category of ‘unnecessary paraphernalia.’

After three days of diligent examination and searching I’ve found absolutely nothing that can be discarded. That includes the contents of garages, the workshop and my studio. Everything contained therein is essential to life style maintenance and cannot be discarded during the forthcoming Council Community Clean Up or at any future time.

I should add that my decision has not yet been ratified and may later be rescinded in the interests of peace and harmony.

However there was a positive side to my diligent search. I uncovered some mementos from a 1992 overseas study tour I undertook way back in 1992, researching the causes of juvenile crime and methods of its prevention.

Back in those days it was the custom to exchange some identifying item with the individual or individuals who were assigned to assist you. Often the insignia of our national air carrier QANTAS, “The Flying Kangaroo’ was used but I preferred to give my organisation’s official badge and it was always warmly received.

THE NEW SOUTH WALES POLICE INSIGNIA.
THE NEW SOUTH WALES POLICE FORCE INSIGNIA.

Translated from the Latin, the NSWP motto means, ‘ Punishment swiftly follows upon crime.’

About 15 years ago, in a moment of misplaced generosity, I gave a collector of police memorabilia quite a large number of items including badges and the like I’d been given during the 1992 tour. Fortunately, the hunt for ‘unnecessary paraphernalia’ has turned up the following pieces from my study tour that fortunately missed out on being given away:

The following three remain from my time in Canada.

TORONTO POLICE INSIGNIA
TORONTO POLICE INSIGNIA
MONTREAL POLICE INSIGNIA
MONTREAL POLICE INSIGNIA
CABBAGE TOWN POLICE INSIGNIA
CABBAGE TOWN POLICE INSIGNIA

The following remain from my time in the United States of America:

SAN FRANCISCO POLICE INSIGNIA
SAN FRANCISCO POLICE INSIGNIA
LOS ANGLES POLICE INSIGNIA
LOS ANGLES POLICE INSIGNIA
MY FAVOURITE L.A.P.D.
MY FAVOURITE FROM THE L.A.P.D.

My visit to the LAPD Police Academy was a real eye opener and I may complete  a further blurb about the place at another time.

THE EMBLEM OF THE FBI COLLEGE QUANTICO

Unfortunately, I was never a student at QUANTICO, the famous FBI training college. However I was fortunate to make a fleeting visit there as I passed through Virginia en route to New York City. What an extraordinary academy. Law enforcement the world over could learn a lot from the way QUANTICO operates.

After the States, the next port of call was the United Kingdom. New Scotland Yard was an eye opener as were the other English and Welsh Police Forces visited. Unfortunately only one memento remains:

ESSEX CONSTABULARY INSIGNIA
ESSEX CONSTABULARY INSIGNIA

One of the most surprising section of the tour was France. The relationship between the sworn police officers and their civilian counterparts was absolutely positive. There were clear lines of responsibility and the division between operations and administration was clearly delineated and appeared to work seamlessly. The French police with whom I came into contact went out of their way to demonstrate their effectiveness, reliance on an effective and experienced chain of command and a clear understanding of community expectations. I was fortunate to go on several operations with Detectives and their competence was unquestionable. Fortunately I had an interpreter as my schoolboy French is appalling.

These are my remaining mementos from my time in France:

THE INSIGNIA OF THE POLICE FROM MEAUX
THE INSIGNIA OF THE POLICE FROM MEAUX
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THE INSIGNIA OF THE CRS – A MOST EFFECTIVE TOOL AGAINST EXTREME CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE.
AN OFFICER'S IDENTIFICATION BADGE
AN OFFICER’S IDENTIFICATION BADGE
FRENCH NATIONAL HIGHWAY PATROL
FRENCH NATIONAL HIGHWAY PATROL

My visit to the National Highway Patrol’s Headquarters was a revelation in more ways than one. In the Officer’s Mess I had my first, and last, taste of horse meat. This was followed by a thrilling demonstration of motor cycle riding skills, both solo and with sidecar.

One of their well executed tricks was for a number of BMW outfits, each  crewed by a rider and two others in the sidecar, to tear around the demonstration area at speed then for the two in the sidecar to climb onto the bike, lean the whole and remove the wheel from the sidecar, all whilst travelling at speed, then replace the wheel and continue as if nothing had occurred. Great to see.

All together I was away for a little over three months and came back bristling with great ideas and expectations.

Did anything ever eventuate from the lengthy report I submitted upon my return. Like most bureaucracies, the wheels revolved slowly and sometimes for no apparent reason changed into reverse, only to regain forward momentum when some external stiumli was applied.

I retired two years after my submission and I’ve no idea what took place after that.

Do I lie awake wondering what might have been?

I’ll leave you to guess the answer to the question.

Hoo roo for now.