A Crowd Of Jack Piners - Motorcyclist Magazine

“They don’t get any money,” his friend replied. “And first prize is an old cow bell.”

“An old cow bell?” The bystander wrinkled hi s brow in amazement. “They do this for an old cow bell? Thev must be nuts.”

“They may be ‘nuts’ to you, my friend.” I thought, “but there’s others that don’t agree.”

And I walked over to join some people whom I liked better, a crowd of Jack Piners.

The Trail Of The Jack Pines Photo Montage

Left column, top to bottom- Bob Gibson, Pontiac, and his passenger do a little shoving on a sandhill south of Evart. Gibson was second in class A sidecar. Crossing a trout stream south of Evart. Jack Piners brought real appetites to the lumberjack dinner at Camp Au Sable. Right column, top to bottom- Ted Konecny, ‘38 champion, crosses the Rifle river near West Branch. Bud Wood, Muskegon, flops on a slippery clay hill near Gladwin. William Muehlenbeck, Saginaw, National Champion for 1939, on a swamp trail east of Grayling.