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Vivian Bales: The Enthusiast Girl - Part 2

Read her thoughts on being a girl rider and much more

By Kim Barlag, Photographs courtesy Harley-Davidson Motor Co.


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Vivian rode to Baltimore; Wilmington, Delaware, Philadelphia, Trenton, New Jersey, Newark, New Jersey, then on to the Big Apple.

Here I am folks in New York, the front door of America. I don't see how any one place could be so big. I rode and rode up 5th Avenue thinking I would never come to the end of this street. When the traffic signals would check the endless string of vehicles, crowds would quickly close in on me bombarding me with questions. "Where are you from?" "Anybody with you?" "What do your folks think?" "Have any accidents?" "How fast do you ride?" All put to the rumbling of the subways, the clanging of the surface cars, the thundering of the elevated trains and the screeching of brakes, it was bewildering, confusing to this little Geo'ja gal. But soon I swung into harmony with it all and ate Irish potatoes and "hard rolls" and could say "thoity-thoid" just like a sure 'nuf New Yorker.

The way to Albany, New York, is beautiful along the banks of the Hudson with occasional excellent views of the Palisades. Way back in 1609 Henry Hudson explored the river which bears his name. Now in 1929, just 300 years later, I am exploring the land just as new and thrilling to me. Only I can whisk along with the speed of light, while Henry Hudson prayed for the winds to fill the sails of his ship. Again I was in open country the first time since I left Trenton. Oh, there's nothing that equals the open country, away from the hot, stuffy, crowded cities. I felt like a bird just freed from a cage.

Rochester, New York, is known for two things—Kodaks and Zimmie, the Harley-Davidson dealer. Yessir, Mr. Zimmerman, Jr. is real folks and it sure did tickle my ears to hear him talk with that good old South'n brogue. It almost made me homesick. When the morning paper came out with my picture and a long story on the front page—oh boy, what a thrill. I noticed in the cities where I got newspaper publicity folks would stop on the street and watch me ride by. Many would ask questions and wish me well on my journey. I think that motorcycling needs more favorable publicity so folks won't think it a dangerous and wild business.

From Buffalo I chose the Canadian route to Detroit. Crossing the Peace Bridge I entered Canada. My, such wonderful roads. We just flew over these ribbon-like highways. I spent the night in London, Ontario, where the chief and newspaper men made me welcome to their pretty little city. I like Canada and intend to see more of it sometime. You see I've got the "travel bug" now!

I think Detroit is a wonderful city, the busiest manufacturing city I ever saw. And motorcars! There must be millions of them there. Harp Brothers were just grand to me showing me about Detroit and doing everything to make me feel at home. I am sorry that Mr. Ford was out of the city for I was after his autograph. I'd a got it, too! Here again, I ran the gauntlet of mayor, chief and newspaper men receptions. My smile by this time was automatic, and the glare and boom of flashlights no longer frightened me. So long Detroit, we're bound for Michigan's capital city, Lansing. There's no speed limit law in Michigan so I just let my 45 pal hum.

I learned something about goggles on this trip, and that is don't trust any but shatterproof glass. A bug broke one of my goggles lens, a fragment of glass getting in my right eye. A Lansing doctor extracted it, but he wouldn’' take a cent from the Enthusiast Girl. Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Lenz, of the Bike Shop were in Milwaukee, but their able assistant took me in tow showing me around the city. While in Lansing I met Governor Green and came away with his autograph in my album. Yessir, and the mayor's and chief's, too.

Officer Jack Spencer escorted me to South Haven. We rolled in there at twilight on July 25. On the way over we unwound the throttles and little ol' 45 moved the speedometer hand to peg number 85. I ran away from Officer Jack! I shouldn't tell that I suppose. Officer Jack is a gentleman and I want to take this opportunity to congratulate Commissioner Olander on his choice of men. For the girls who read this, I want to confess that I hated to leave lots of places, to part with many good fellows. You know how it is.

In South Haven, I spent three most enjoyable days with Miss Val Galbreath. I had been corresponding with Val for two years so we were very well acquainted before we met. The Enthusiast brought us together as it brought me many, many Harley-Davidson friends. Val rides her own Single and enjoys it, too. Oh, how I wish that there were more girls like Val, girls to take up our sport. It's really not rough like some people think, but rather it's just grand—the cleanest outdoor sport I know of. All this besides offering the most enjoyable, thrilling and economical transportation. I mean it!

When I first wrote to Val I never dreamed of meeting her, but I learned since that this world is a small place after all. Val was the first girl rider I met since leaving home, in fact the only other girl rider I ever saw. And I wouldn't be a bit surprised if Val gets a 45. She liked mine. I'll tell you folks, it's just grand to meet a girl who understands and appreciates motorcycle chatter, not forgetting our parties, dances and heart-to-heart talks. Where do we go from here? Folks, I'm talkin' the boat across Lake Michigan tonight, and in the morning I’ll awake in Milwaukee, home of my good pal Harley-Davidson. Whoopee!


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Reader Comments


I am still trying to find out what the trophy that Harley-Davidson gave to Ms. Vivian Bales says. I am doing an event and going as her and telling her story. I ride a Harley and I really need to know as soon as possible what was written on her trophy. Any help would be great. Just can't get a good enough picture to get close up to read.


Darlene Rae Jolly
Conway, AR
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Editor Response
Contact the Harley-Davidson Museum in Milwaukee. Perhaps they can help.
Genevieve Schmitt
Vivian Bales Faison was my aunt, married to my mother's brother, William Faison. Not only was she a character, but she was very talented, and not just in the ability to ride a motorcycle. She had a dance studio in Albany, Georgia, where I took tap and ballet from her as a young girl. She was also a seamstress and made gowns for the Miss Georgia contestants, wedding dresses, and even men's tuxedos. She also adopted three children as she was unable to have children. She loved talking about her motorcycle trip even as she grew older. My husband took her for a ride on our bike when she was 86. She loved it. I was at her funeral and thanked all the riders who rode in the entourage. I am sure she was looking down and was very very pleased.

Beverly
Havana, FL
Saturday, January 09, 2010
I'm currently doing my senior project for my business degree and happened to come across this wonderful article. Thank you for keeping alive women in history and motorcycles. It's a great read!

Linda Fifarek
Kenosha, WI
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wow! I really wish I could have met Vivian. What an inspiration! And I thought riding was biased against women when I started riding street bikes 22 years ago! Can't imagine the "little gal" comments she had to deal with.

Eirene
Morrison, CO
Friday, June 12, 2009
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