The BSA Left For Dead

Back in the 1980's my dad started selling motorcycle parts new and old.  In the beginning a lot of the parts he sold came from shops that needed to either clear out their junk piles or from shops that were closing the doors and needed to unload their inventory.  He would drag my brother and I to motorcycle swap meets on the weekends all up and down the east coast.  At first he sold Japanese parts, Harley parts, British part, whatever he could make a profit from.  He would eventually switch over to only new British parts in his inventory.  In 1988 he wanted a divorce from my mom and with that he had to move out.  At that point our garage and the woods beside our garage were full of junk bikes and containers full of parts.  Needing a place to take that stuff he ended up taking a lot of it to our family farm which was about an hour away from where we lived.  In most of the riding videos I have posted on Bigjermsgarage we were riding at that same farm.  Basically that property has been in my family since the 1700s and no one has lived there since 1979.  So my dad took a large supply of bikes and junk to that farm for storage.  Over the next 20 years those parts fell apart due to rust, were stolen by trespassers, or picked through at some point by my dad for whatever might have value.  In 2010 my brother's family and my cousin's family started riding atvs and dirt bikes all the time down on the farm.  Over 2-3 years we cut approximately 3 miles of trails all throughout the woods on the farm.  While cutting one trail I came across an old BSA street bike that my dad had left there 20 years before then.  Not sure how but that bike was at some point moved across the property and left in the woods.  Below is the video of us saving that bike from the woods and a look at what was left.  I ended up dragging that bike home on my trailer and selling it on craigslist for $150.  The guy that bought it was planning to set it at the end of his driveway to hold up his mailbox.  Checkout that video below and some of the others showing what was left of the junk my dad dragged to the farm.