Mountain Bike With Engine

mountain bike with engine

    mountain bike
  • A bicycle with a light sturdy frame, broad deep-treaded tires, and multiple gears, originally designed for riding on mountainous terrain

  • a bicycle with a sturdy frame and fat tires; originally designed for riding in mountainous country

  • (Mountain Biking) A designated, rugged, natural surfaced, single track trail that offers a range of riding opportunities.

  • (Mountain biking) Mountain biking is a sport which consists of riding bicycles off-road, often over rough terrain, using specially adapted mountain bikes. Mountain bikes share similarities with other bikes, but incorporate features designed to enhance durability and performance in rough terrain.

  • A railroad locomotive

  • something used to achieve a purpose; "an engine of change"

  • A machine with moving parts that converts power into motion

  • A thing that is the agent or instrument of a particular process

  • motor that converts thermal energy to mechanical work

  • locomotive: a wheeled vehicle consisting of a self-propelled engine that is used to draw trains along railway tracks

This Strange Engine (El Caracol / The Snail Shell)

This Strange Engine (El Caracol / The Snail Shell)

Marillion - This Strange Engine

There was a boy who came into this world
At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog
Saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes
Lived in the shadow of the mountains
With the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather
And the polished wood of his bed
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river
Holding the hands of his mother
And the wax paper bag of yesterday's bread

And his father on the other side of the world
On the ships railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad
In his far away eyes
In his far away eyes

The smell of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and soap
No children to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the coats
An upright piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was breathing
Strange misty visions of God
Turn the cities into families
Into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while they're sleeping
With their houses invisible
Chase the moon between the buildings
Running as fast as I could run
Send to me the ghosts of Christmas
Whispering, "You're the only one"

And ever since I was a boy
I never felt that I belonged
Like everything they did to me
Was an experiment to see
How I would cope with the illusion
In which direction would I jump
Would I do it all the same
As the actors in the game
Or would I spit it back at them
And not get caught up in their rules
And live according to my own
And not be used, not be used
To find the fundamental truths
It was going to take some time
Thirty five summers down the line
The wisdom of each passing year
Seems to serve only to confuse
Seems to serve only to confuse

Daddy came out the navy and took us away
To his dirty grey home town
And he worked down on a coal mine for National Service
So that he could be around
There was a magical purple in the chrome of the exhaust
Of his Triumph motor bike
And a warmth of oil and metal and the thrill of the hard corner
Holding tight

From the horizon
Came home from the Navy to the mine
From the horizon
To buried alive
Took his dream underground
Buried his treasure in his faraway eyes

And one day as the boy lay sleeping in the sunshine
Of a half remembered afternoon
A cloud of bees with no particular aim, and no brain
Found the boy, decided that his time had come
Came down out of the sky
Stung him in the face
Again and again
Blue pain
Screaming like baptism
Intravenous, Jesus!
Like being chosen
Blue pain from something with no brain
I can't explain
It's happening again
It's happening again

Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you sit a while with me
Oh Mummy, Daddy, will you jog my memory
Tell me tall tales of Montego Bay
Table mountain, flying fish, banana spiders, pots of paint
And the sun on the equator
Setting like an ember thrown to deep water
From crimson to black
But coming back
On the horizon

The blue pain
Fades to a point where it doesn't fade
It stayed
Stirred his red coat heart to this strange engine
This love

This love
This inconvenient, blind, blood-diamond
This puzzle
I don't understand
That knows no faith
And tries and fails
And tries again
Stares at the sea
The night's dark deep
For one last time
And bleeds
And bleeds
And dies for you
And lies
And is to blame
And is ashamed
And is not the same
And is true
And is true

1909 Reading-Standard

1909 Reading-Standard

Reading Standard (1903-1923) motorcycles were often advertised as "R-S" motorcycles. They were manufactured in a facility on River Street in Reading, Pennsylvania.

1903 — The Reading Standard brand first appeared. Those first bikes were basically Indian clones with Thor engines. They put out more motorcycles than Harley-Davidson and Indian.

1906 — They started building their own one-cylinder engines. These were the first flathead motorcycle engines offered by an American manufacturer. The company slogan "Built and Tested in the Mountains" was adopted when a Reading Standard motorcycle was the first motorized vehicle to climb Pike's Peak.

1907 — Reading Standard began racing. That same year they won their first 1,000-mile endurance race.

1908 — The first Reading Standard V-twin came out in the 1908 models. The first V-twins had conventional F-head configurations — overhead intake valve and side exhaust valve. What was really weird was the valve positions: the front cylinder had the valves on the left side, while the rear cylinder had the valves on the right side. These engines had 722 cc (44 cubic inches) displacement.

1910 — Reading Standard got out of the racing business and began to direct their attention to retail sales.

1913 — I've been unable to determine exactly what year the changes took place, but by 1913 the engines had grown to 990 cc (60 cubic inches). The bigger V-twins were flatheads. Some of the later models displaced 1180 cc (72 cubic inches).

1914 — Business was starting to go downhill.

1922 — Reading Standard sold out to the Cleveland Motorcycle Company.

1923 — Cleveland put out a 1923 Reading Standard as a low-price alternative to their own motorcycles.

1924 — The Cleveland Motorcycle Company itself went up for sale and the Reading Standard name disappeared forever.


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