By Bob Orabona
Well….we’ve been having a little heat wave here in SoCal and I have been hanging around the house too much, so it was time to take the Harley Low Rider out for a little run.
I couldn’t do my usual run around the Palos Verdes peninsula due to the highway being closed to two-wheeled traffic. So I instead went the short way across the peninsula and then through the beach cities where it was nice and cool compared to the rest of Los Angeles.
I got through them all and was coming out of El Segundo and towards the airport and Westchester. On Sepulveda there’s a tunnel that goes under a runway at LAX and we call it, of course, the airport tunnel.
Some guys on bikes think of it as a tunnel and some think of it as a concert hall. Well, I kinda go both ways on that. But every time I get near it, I harken back to a memory of New Year’s Eve in 1972. I was a teenager at the time and my best bud Dave Reimer called me at home and told me he was at a great party in El Segundo. He offered to come by and pick me up (I had no wheels at that time). Dave showed up at my pad on a BSA 650 motorcycle he had borrowed from a friend. I jumped on and we headed out.
As we approached the tunnel from the Westchester side going to El Segundo Dave yelled back to me to hang on. He kicked it down a gear into 3rd and hit the throttle hard. We entered the tunnel going about 60mph and he banged 4th and hit the throttle hard and we were flying. The support columns just turned into a blur. There was a lot of great engine noise too. We came out the other end doing about 110mph!
What a kick! The things you do and get away with when you are young can be amazing. It was a great party and it is a favorite memory.
Today, in honor of my buddy Dave who left us about 15 years ago, I entered the tunnel in 3rd and laid down a little sweet Harley music with lots of throttle. It was about as much as I could get away with considering traffic.
So, Dave, wherever you are just wanted to let you know I was thinking about you.
Thanks, Bob. That’s a great story and we enjoyed reading it. Remind me never to lend my motorcycle to any of your friends!
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110mph on an A65 carrying a passenger?
It must have been quite a long tunnel and downhill all the way .
Sorry , I am quite familiar with BSA
And I am calling BS(no A) on that.
Maybe it was speedo error – maybe it was my buddy Dave exagerating. But that’s what he told me we did.
I know PV well. I lived in a house on the ocean in Redondo Beach in 1989/1990 where from the back yard looking south you could see PV’s wave cut terraces, an interesting feat of nature if you understand what you’re looking at. The house was on the west side of Esplanade at Topaz. I never got tired of looking at the ocean. It’s flat to the human eye but it’s alive. Always moving, always changing. I lived in Denver for a spell with a view of the Rockies. Mountains are majestic at first sight but after a while you don’t notice them, like a lump on a log. Nice for skiing. I’m glad you opened her up in the airport tunnel. Some kids never grow up and you know Dave appreciated it.