A newspaper clip from July 5, 1929, in the Philadelphia Public Ledger about the my Uncle Harry after he was severely burned during a motorcycle polo match in Pottstown, Pennsylvania, when his gas tank exploded. Per-1930s bikes were seldom fitted with an air cleaner. Some had a cover to prevent pants from getting sucked in. Air filters are very helpful in preventing backfire flames from shooting out of the carburettor and igniting fuel or clothing. Despite his wounds, Harry returned to the polo fields. Harry met his untimely death at the hands of an inattentive truck driver running through an intersection.
Motorcycling has been in my family since the 1920s. Pictured is my Uncle Frank
and my dad sitting atop my Uncle Harry's 1926 Harley-Davidson JD in Philadelphia. Harry Manson was a national motorcycle polo champ, a hard-core biker, and banjo player. He was also the Captain of the Philadelphia Ramblers Motorcycle Club.