Anyone who knows me will happily confirm that for most of my adult life I have wanted to own a Vincent motorcycle. I’ve come close at least twice but the stars were never quite aligned.
Lately, I had come to terms with the fact that owning a Vincent motorcycle was not meant to be. That was, until a few months ago when a Vincent Rapide appeared on the horizon.
For the uninitiated, a Vincent motorcycle is the classical embodiment of speed and sophistication, a triumph of technical expertise from the golden era of the British motorcycle industry.
Both frame and engine are considered well advanced for their nineteen thirties design. Philip Vincent was apparently a budding young engineer whilst still in school. He used to draw plans for his motorcycle frame during lessons, which he asserted was superior to anything else in production at that time, history would prove him right.
To put his plans into reality, Vincent’s father sold one of the family land-holdings in Argentina and purchased the HRD Motorcycle Company from Howard Raymond Davies, the rest is, as they say, history.
My desire has always been for the 50-degree, V-twin of the series B and C models, the kernels of which were sown as a young man hanging on the fence at Claremont Speedway listening to the mighty engines in the sidecars as they battled for supremacy.
On the long, three-hour drive home, I would listen intently to my Dad and his mates chat about what had been dominating the racing that evening and, in the sidecars, it was always the Vincent. Dad and his mates found it quite incredulous that people would take the engine from a motorcycle that cost as much as a small house, and throw it into a racing outfit, to be flogged to within an inch of its life.
And therein lies the secret. Aside from being a powerfully, torquey engine, they hung together, week after week. Sidecar racers could rely on their Vincent v-twin engine holding together despite the thrashing they were dishing out.
Over the decades that have passed since I was that small boy at speedway marvelling over the motorcycle of legends, I have been immersing myself in the literature, both technical and folklore of the Vincent motorcycle.
Often, I found the dream very nearly outgrew the reality. If I was lucky enough to stumble upon an actual Vincent motorcycle, I would stand looking at the machine, drinking in the lines and babbling about it to any and everyone within earshot. It was as if these motorcycles were an entity beyond anything else with two wheels.
In reality, Vincent motorcycles are not some mythical creature, they have been created by man, made of metal and alloy and they’re not exactly rare, just very expensive, so, fiscal resources aside, my dream was destined to one day become a reality – I just didn’t expect it would take me forty years!
Of course, having been created by man so too can they be improved by man. One man particularly versed in improving the Vincent is Terry Prince.
Throughout the life of the Vincent motorcycle a few names come to the fore, Howard Raymond Davies (HRD), Phillip Vincent, Phillip Irving and Terry Prince.
There’s a great many others but those four gentlemen feature prominently in Vincent discourse that I’ve been drawn to over a lifetime of consuming information on the marque. With Terry Prince being the only who is still alive, and therefore still active in Vincent engineering, he is keeper of the Vincent flame.
Terry is known around the world as one handful of specialist engineers who will manufacture a complete, Vincent engine, and even the whole motorcycle, using modern engineering and materials. Such is the timelessness of the engine, they are now commonly being produced in 1200 or 1375cc variants, are raced with great success in both two and three-wheel formats.
The Australian Irving Vincent is a case in point. They continue to perfect and fettle their modern creation which they have named in a tilt to the designer of the v-twin engine – Phil Irving.
It had crossed my mind to build a creation from after-market engine parts and slot it into an Egli or Norton Featherbed frame. I have machines using both of these frames but they use period-correct Triumph triple and twin engines respectively.
Constructing a replica engine would be an indulgent, expensive process that wouldn’t actually slake my desire to own an actual Vincent motorcycle, such as that I which have coveted most of my life.
A motorcycle from the nineteen forties or fifties comes with a provenance that can’t be created. It is the embodiment of the previous owners, all of whom, I would suspect, had similar desires and dreams as my own.
When a 1948 Vincent Rapide popped up on the market laying claim to having been restored by Terry Prince consisting 85% of new parts it well and truly pinged my motorcycle radar.
Here was a Vincent that promised a balance between original, precious metal and a road-going, reliable link to the iconic motorcycle, in modern parlance, an everyday-rider.
The advertising blurb read, amongst other things….
“Prince’s hand is evident all around the bike, starting with the front brake hubs, which contain four-leading-shoe internals. Suspension has been upgraded with modern dampers front and rear. An accessory tread-Down centre-stand eases parking chores. The Shadow 5in. ‘clock’ perched atop the forks is a nice touch. Of course the engine – just overhauled by Prince and breathing though modern carbs.”
The 5-inch ‘clock,’ referred to in the advert, is a massive speedo that has been lifted from Vincent’s own hot-rod, the Black Shadow. Rumour has it people have been booked for speeding by police who have been able the read the speedo from a position slightly astern of an errant Vincent rider.
Legend has it, having stopped the Vincent, the cop asks “Do you know how fast you were going?”
“I do, I could read your speedo from the driver’s seat of my patrol car!”
It may be true, who knows. The Black Shadow was capable, indeed guaranteed, to be good for 125 mph. They are rare and, aside from the Black Lightening or Series A machines, are the most collectible.
Just about every Vincent Rapide that is rebuilt these days is done so to Black Shadow specs, including the machine I was looking at. The Black Shadow touches added to the desirability of the machine, although, it should be said, a Vincent Rapide in stock trim is a highly desirable machine on its own. Improved suspension and twin-leading brakes up front also piqued my interest.
I resolved to call Terry Prince.
Having made the decision to call Terry, I found I was a bit nervous. What if I wasn’t deemed competent to own a Vincent? I had let opportunities of ownership slip through my fingers in the past, maybe the motorcycle gods had already decided I wasn’t eligible to join the ranks of Vincent owners. Or, perhaps it could be fatalism with all the other machines being pushed aside until this one came along. With all the nervousness of a job interview I made the call.
Within moments of calling Terry Prince I was relaxed and we were chatting like old friends. The more we talked the more I wanted that motorcycle. I learned the bike had been reassembled by Terry from a basket case presented to him along with a Vincent Black Shadow.
At the time of building the machine it was Terry’s intention keep it as his personal everyday rider, which reinforced the notion of no expense spared when it came to building the machine with upgraded brakes, suspension, modern carbs and electronic ignition.
At the time of calling Terry two other people had expressed an interest in the bike and one was particularly serious, so serious in fact the bike had been shipped from the US to Melbourne as the prospective purchaser lived in Victoria. How the bike came to be in the US is a long story, but, at the time of my call, it was still sitting in California.
Before the bike was due to leave the US a Black Shadow came up for auction in Australia and purchaser number one was keen to bid on it and Terry was prepared to hold the Rapide pending the outcome of the auction.
Evidently, he won the auction, with a bid of $AUD160,000, as two days later when I phoned Terry he hadn’t heard from either gentleman and the way was cleared for me to send my deposit to secure the motorcycle. I hurriedly sent off a great chunk of the funds I had set aside for my daughter’s forthcoming wedding (sorry Love).
Sometime later the Vincent was loaded on a ship destined for Melbourne. I waited a few short weeks and as soon as the boat berthed in Melbourne I booked my flights, first to Melbourne to check out the bike and secondly to Sydney to meet the man himself and hand a cheque over.
10 weeks after striking our deal I was standing in front of my Vincent (I still get a pang of excitement when I say ‘my Vincent). She’s a beauty. After two years in the US she’d lost a bit of lustre but I know within a few hours of the bike arriving in my shed she will be looking as good as new. I spent a couple of hours running my eyes and hands over the bike and heard her running. Satisfied with my purchase I set off for Sydney.
Arriving at Terry’s forest hideaway I’m met first by Ursala and then Terry comes out to greet me. Again, I’m immediately at ease with this couple who have invited me into their house for the night. After coffee and a chat I was treated to a visit to the workshop.
There were four Vincent motorcycles and at least one complete engine in the workshop. I was particularly intrigued by the engine because it is a new one, made from all new parts.
Sadly, the parts don’t simply just bolt together and, out of frustration, it has been sent to Terry to rectify and make usable, causing him a host of frustrations. Had he been on the job from the get-go it would be fine but now Terry is having to go back to bring someone else’s work up to spec. It’s a difficult and costly task which, at the end of the day, will result in someone having spent a lot of money for a replica Vincent engine.
Standing in the workshop, I’m juxtaposed between the old and the new, where items from this century and last are found in the same engine. Terry’s original engine, one he’s owned for close to 65 years, sits in a modern chassis and is reportedly pumping out over three times its original 45 horsepower.
That same engine has also seen regular service in Terry’s Land Speed Sidecar – which still holds world records at Bonneville Speedway. This creation is not unlike Bert Munro’s famous Indian, except Terry started with better stock in the Vincent than a clunky, old vintage Indian.
The stock of new parts, heads, barrels, pistons and just about everything that has a thread is tantalising. One of my close calls to Vincent ownership includes me recently bidding on a pair of Vincent crankcases. Two lumps of alloy that were sold for close to $AUD5,000.
At the close of the auction I was slightly relieved not to have been the winning bidder, a relief that was even more palpable when I saw the look on Terry’s face as I recounted the story. Suffice to say I would have been up for a lot of money to bring those crankcases up to anything resembling a functional engine.
Not that I need worry any more. As a proud owner of my very own 1948 Vincent motorcycle that thanks to a few complimentary modern parts will outlast me, I couldn’t be happier. I plan to get some serious mileage out of this beautiful machine.