Friday, December 30, 2011

True Arizona Biker Established 1948 "Morris"

I met Morris just about two years ago. He strolled in with another friend of mine, Jim, who told him about me and the little shop. Since the day I met him he has always been so genuine.  Another real man from an era I wish I could have experienced. He has always been willing to tell me about his adventures in life and motorcycles. He was born and raised in Phoenix and has seen the city grow and grow.  He remembers when Phoenix was all desert, north of McDowell Road and cattle ranches had more population than the city itself.  It was a time when the salt river ran free through downtown.

He showed me a couple of pics that first time.  I was amazed and shared them on the blog. About two weeks ago, he finally dug out the rest of his pictures and shared them with me.  I was speechless.  Morris really has some killer history in this state. He got his first 1938 knucklehead at the ripe old age of 16 in 1949. He used to run around all over Arizona, from Prescott to Nogales, Mexico, with a small gang of friends who had Indians and Harley's.  I couldn't imagine what it must have been like. Dirt roads and trails, truly amazing I bet for sure.

Morris sold his 1938 in 1952 for $200 bucks when he married his wife Virginia, so they could get a new refrigerator. That same year he was drafted into the Army and went to Korea.  He served his time as a Vehicle mechanic. When he came back from Korea he had two children and got back into motorcycles.  Later on down the road his son got the bug for bikes and they shared that relationship together.  In 1995 Morris tracked down a basket case 1938 and rebuilt the bike of his youth with his son. His son sadly passed eight years ago.

He has a beautiful collection of old Indians and Harley's, and still love building them.  At 78, Morris is still going strong.  His sweet wife Virginia is alive and well.  He is a true piece of history in Arizona.  He is a man from a time when men were men.
Thanks so much, Morris.
Love your friend Jeremiah

                                                         Morris age 16

                                      Black Canyon city 1949 morris far right

                                                        Nogales, Mexico 1950
                                    Apache Junction Arizona 1949 Morris far left

                                                            Morris and Virginia
                                                            Morris on his 1938

Local drag car 1949
                                                                  New paint

                                                       True Love

                                                             Pure Style

Indians and Harleys

First bike


Young Love Nogales Mexico


  1. That was awesome ! Thanks for sharing !

  2. wow...if it wasnt for MEN like that we wouldnt be doin what we doin..thanks J

  3. Amazing post - thanks for sharing - the real deal!

  4. The picture of the two of them sitting in the grass is killer...Good words bud.

  5. thanks for those photos jeramiah! insane. see you in february.......

  6. Completely and absolutely wonderful, especially as a follow up to your previous post. All the old timers like him are a source of inspiration and to be respected for not only their style and cool with bikes but also for what they gave so we could do what we do today . . . . only a shame that North Korea is still fully in the grip of yet another psycho dictator . . . Love on man, diggin your scene !!!

  7. The picture labeled Nogales Mexico 1950 is in front of the San Xavier del Bac Mission. Beautiful pictures. Mucho mahalos for posting them.

  8. It's great to see that kind of history being shared. Love the view into the past!

  9. great gift for new years. those pictures are truly amazing-- thanks for sharing man & all the best for 2012

  10. I can't stop looking through his pics and reading the story. Been doing going over it for 30 minutes now. Amazing.

  11. damn jerimiah... AJ in 48 would be gnarly... the 60 was a dirt foot path surely..