W&W Cycles

What‘s the best time of the year to meet W&W partners and old friends, talk about the summer and get the chance to buy good stuff at radically lowered swap-meet prices? Well, for a felt million years we thought November, with its infamous drizzle and temperatures close to freezing point was the best time for this legendary highlight of our dealers‘ calendar. But for this year we decided to change everything and infuse a breath of fresh summer air and outdoorsy fun into proceedings.

RETURN OF THE GOOD TIMES.

We made it happen: for the shortest night of the year good times were here again. On a lazy saturday, not far from W&W CYCLES headquarters a bunch of vintage and custom V-twins, ridden by our partners and customizer friends found their way to the W&W camp ground on Würzburg Schenkenturm airfield. Soon after the first cool brews were downed, tents popped up all over the place, tarps got expertly bungie-corded to bikes and sleeping bags got rolled out. After that, a heavenly scent guided road-burned nostrils to the open air barbecues blazing away to transform former inhabitants of shady woods into mouthwatering and crispy chunks of sandwich filler. Taken with liberal amounts of well-chilled anti-thirst liquids, the afternoon set off into a mellow mood. No doubt, this must have been

THE W&W FLYWHEEL PARTY 2009

From Hangar 1 – for the duration cleared of aviatic gear and set up with tables and benches – emanated well-tempered three-man-Rock-a-doo-da-teddy-billy-wop, hand made by the Town Rebels.

Hangar 2 had been crammed up to the rafters with tasty chrome goodies and custom stuff at bargain prices. Whoa, it was the Swap Meet again! The shopping carts filled quickly, faces glowed and everyone seemed happy to have bagged some really cool custom heavy metal.

The sun was already starting its final approach, when a group of dare-devil mexicans climbed aboard some well-used police Harley-Davidsons happening to be parked at the apron and roared onto the runway to do their nerve-wracking stunt show. None other than the famous Halcones from Mexico got cheered on to new heights of two wheeled insanity.

No sooner had the crackle of the Halcones machinery fizzled out, when our time machine brought us back even further to the times of the Man in Black – Bandana, The Sound of Johnny Cash conjured up rings of fire and goose bumps on the backs of the audience.

The huge camp fire grew the centre of plenty of chatting about old times and new projects well into the next morning, when the sun came up again, blazing.

Refreshed under an improvised field shower M.A.S.H.-style and revitalized with eggs (scrambled and unscrambled) from a parachute sized frying pan, along with some charmingly served hot coffee, friends, partners, guests and crew all rolled home again from the camp grounds, cos until the next Flywheel Party in 2010 it’s, as usual: A BIKER’S WORK IS NEVER DONE.