#106 Bryan Bossier Sr.
1923 Henderson DeLuxe
As a third generation gravel miner and highway contractor I’ve always been enamored by anything with a motor from an electric razor to a locomotive. In fact, my great uncle, Herman Hameric Holloway, owned the Louisiana Midland Railroad and invented the stick picker and Holloway suction for mining gravel.
Gas explosions escaping from an engine’s walls have sung to me since I used to headlight rabbits in the marsh in the ‘60’s amidst scattered oil well hit-and-miss music. Uncle Spec’s Buda-powered Koehring 1005 dragline made perfect slow beats like I tried myself as a wannabe drummer in the Alexandria Junior High beginner band. I started collecting guns at age 5 when Papa Futch gave me an army surplus rifle in exchange for saying “yes ma’am” and “yes sir”. Those single grand explosions from the bolt action took root and I’ve never slipped once with saying “ma’am” and “sir”. The antique guns I collected grew up, out and more expensive but never on me as they couldn’t be shot and hardly handled once they grew rare, historical or serial numbered 1.
My dad had purchased me a Honda 50 Super Sport when I was twelve in 1966. I was only allowed to ride it at Granny’s camp during summer stays but these became more anticipated than Christmas. Four kids and middle age arrived in the 90’s and my imagination determined that the powerful pulsations of a v-twin between my legs combined perfectly a practical utility and aesthetic beauty from which all the senses could benefit. The smells of backroad bush hogging and bar-b-ques can be no better appreciated than from the seat of a slow-moving and slow-beating pre-war v-twin.
So here I am with my business and God’s blessings supporting my passion of collecting and riding old motorcycles. They ebb and flow here at Sinless Cycles like the waves at Gulf Shores. Since I’m only a steward I hope that you will enjoy them as I have.