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Some info on the 1975 goose from the owner John Hansford Mongoose 13037 Mongoose Number 13037 actually evolved from a Schwinn Stingray salvaged from an unofficial dump in the strip pits between the Boy Scout Ranch and old Highway 51 east of Broken Arrow Oklahoma. Having spent my pre-adolescent years in the hills of southwest Tulsa, we were all riding BMX before the term was ever coined. We had trails through ‘the Woods’, creek beds and plenty of room to build ‘tracks’ that had jumps and mudholes. We built ramps from scrap lumber scavenged from construction sites like most kids, and in general, just basically lived on our bikes. When my family moved out to a semi-rural area east of Broken Arrow, my parents thought I needed a ‘good’ bicycle. I had grown quite a bit, and there was significantly more open space and longer distances to cover, so for the first Christmas in that house, they got me a new bike. It was a 24” Sears with a really cool ‘fade’ paint job and a 5 speed ‘gearbox’. It was a really nice bike and did cover the distance well, but it just didn’t ‘cut it’ off road. So I started looking for another 20” bike to motocross with. There was a pretty good little home made track on some vacant land down by the highway in front of our ‘addition’, about ¾ of a mile away that just was begging for me to shred it… My friend Jimmy came dragging the Schwinn home one day on the back of his Honda 90. He had been down in the pits riding , saw it, and knew I was looking for one. It was missing wheels, the seat and handle bars, but was otherwise complete. So with that base to work with, and $5 in Jim’s pocket, I began to build my first ‘dedicated’ BMX bike. I put the bike together and basically ended up riding it all the time. We lapped our local track so many times as to make one dizzy. Wheelie contests and just general bicycle hooliganism was, naturally, the order of the day. Fun times. But I digress… I stumbled into the 5-10 Speed Shop bicycle store quite by accident. I had FINALLY talked my folks into letting me have a motorcycle earlier; a TS125 Suzuki. Those that know Japanese ‘foof bikes’ of the time know that they had 19” front wheels. You also know that any dirt biker worth his knobbies HAS to have a 21 inch front hoop… I answered an ad in the Bargain Post one Saturday morning for a brand new 21” rim and spokes originally destined for a TS250. Talked Dad into driving me into Tulsa to look at the wheel. The wheel turned out to be a genuine Borrani, and for the princely sum of $20, we tossed it in the pickup. As we were leaving the apartment complex where I got the wheel, I noticed a bicycle shop in the shopping center across the street. I asked Dad if we could go in and look around, to which he obliged. When we walked in, the shop was full of very cool, mostly high end, European bicycles. But over in the corner along a stretch of the back wall was some stuff for ‘dirt bikes’ to which I naturally gravitated. Whilst looking around pointing out the cool stuff to my Dad, a nice man walked over to ask if we needed help. He was Sonny Wilson, the owner. We talked awhile and he told me that he was building a track behind the store and planned to have the first BMX race in Tulsa two Saturdays hence. Game on… Talked Dad into bringing me into town and letting me race. Got a good start and won the first week in my division. Repeated the next race. And the next. Became acquainted with Mr Wilson and his sister, Mrs Grimm, who worked there too. Discovered that Sonny had been a quite active and successful sports car racer in the 60s, so we got to talking cars and really ‘hit it off’. Started going by the shop and just hanging around when I could. Continued to do well in the races there on South Lewis. Life was good. Except for parts breakage. I had gotten my ‘growth spurt’ the summer before, and at almost 15 years old, I was 6 ft tall and weighed about 165 pounds. I was breaking [several] spokes in the wheels nearly every week, and pedals about every other. Goosenecks lasted a couple of months at best and regular handlebars about the same if I was lucky. Pretty soon I hit Sonny up about sponsoring me. To my surprise, he readily agreed. The deal, as I remember, was that he covered my entry fees, I had use of the shop if I needed, small stuff like spokes, chains and pedals were free, and major parts at cost. All I had to do was spread the word, show up to the races and do well. SUCH A DEAL! One day whilst complaining about having to lace up another wheel, Sonny disappeared to the back and came out with a pair of MotoMags. Handing them to me he said “Here. You can’t break these!” Which, of course, I took as a personal challenge… He had been to a manufacturers/industry show earlier in the season and brought back , what he told me, was one of the very first set of MotoMags made. He had not sold them for whatever reason, and decided I would be good ‘test pilot’ for them . If I couldn’t break them, then nobody could, and such would be a good testimonial to potential customers. They were beautiful. The casting was a bit rough, but I thought they were gorgeous. They were the first one I had ever seen. So I mounted up my used Carlisles on them, transferred the hubset over and installed new bearings and axles. Off to test them! I tried. I really did. I rode that poor bike harder than ever. I jumped it whenever possible, on our track, over ditches and ramps. I actually rode the thing off the roof of my parent’s house! [don’t tell them tho – they still don’t know and I would be toast…] I could NOT break those wheels. The shot off the top of the house DID break/bend the pedals, another set of handlebars, bent the crank and finally bent the Schwinn forks though. Blew out one tyre and tube too. I missed the last couple of races that year while I saved money for replacement parts… I painted that long suffering Schwinn frame bright yellow while it was apart and soon added the Ashtabula forks and crank. [at cost J] Right about that time, JC Penney’s was closing out their sporting goods department and had everything on sale. Dad was over there one day, took pity on me, and brought me the heavy duty handle bars complete with grips and the Mijon gooseneck/triple clamp. Mom eventually got talked into a new pair of Goodyear Eagle MX tyres. I was back in business. When the next season started, I was ready to rock and basically bullet proof, except for pedals. Races began right after or right before school was out if I remember correctly. A few of the regulars had changed up to my class having had a birthday in the interim, and a few guys from Claremore started coming down, as well as some guys from the Oklahoma City area started to take the trip up the turnpike. Quite frankly, the competition was getting pretty stiff. So, naturally, I needed ‘tricker’ stuff! Mongoose frame number 13037 had been hanging on the wall in the showroom for a while. I realise that covetousness is officially naughty, but I lusted after that thing. Even at cost, it was fairly expensive for a not quite 16 year old kid that had no outside job other than occasionally mowing yards, picking up the sporadic odd job around the neighbourhood , and fixing other kids motorcycles every so often. Plus I had a motorcycle to feed…Anyway, Sonny OK’d a ‘layaway’ deal, funds were sourced and I brought the frame home. I must confess, that once I got the bike together, I didn’t want to go get it muddy. It was too pretty. But not only did the South Lewis track have a ‘water obstacle’ , there was no way to keep it clean around the house either. ‘Our’ track had one big mudhole and often another small one, depending on the weather. Anyway, I raced the bike on the weekends and rode it during the week. Nothing broke, and it handled and jumped like a dream. But then I turned 16, got a job and a car. Sold the Suzuki to help fund the car, but hung onto my bike. Even though I stopped racing within a couple of months into the season, I still rode the bike occasionally. Having to work half days Saturday and the overriding desire to go to the Drags after leaving the job sorta diminished my ardour for BMX. Which brings me to the present. The bike got hung from hooks in the ceiling of the garage to keep it up out of the way. Right after I moved out, Dad decided to turn the garage into a game room and extend the house into a three and a half car garage [thanx Dad…wait til AFTER I’ve moved out…] and the bike got put in the attic. I’ve started to do a full restoration of the bike several times over the past 20 years. I have a perfect place for it in an opening above a book case on the wall between my living room and kitchen. Somehow, I just never got around to it. But then I got to talking to a fella at Brookside Motorcycle’s Autumn Vintage Show. He had brought three old BMX bikes to the show along with his restored Z50. He told me about the vintage bicycle get together at the Grand National races and encouraged me to attend. I remembered the conversation just a couple of days before Thanksgiving, and found the M.O.T.O.S. guys’ website. I e-mailed Bryan, told him about the bike and asked if he thought anyone would be interested in seeing it. There was/is 30+ years of grime on it, and all the grease in the bearings have separated out, dribbling oil everywhere. He assured me that there are indeed folks still interested in the old bikes and asked me to NOT clean it up before bringing it down to the IPE building. I showed up with the bike exactly in ‘as raced’ condition from late 1976. I had NO idea that a} BMX had gotten so big and that b} there was such an interest in the old bikes. The turnout at the show was phenomenal – so many cool old bikes that I remembered, and lots that were new to me. The people were great and made me feel very welcome. There seemed to be a lot of interest in the bike, and people seemed to really enjoy seeing it. Even all nasty. The reception that the bike and I received was really fantastic. Stories were told, photos taken and to the best of my knowledge, a good time was had by all. I know I did. Now, if I just happen to find one of those Mattco girder front ends and a spare frame laying around…

Dewabo does and I did till last weekend Scubadoo has mine now. here it is

Mongoose 13037 Mongoose Number 13037 actually evolved from a Schwinn Stingray salvaged from an unofficial dump in the strip pits between the Boy Scout Ranch and old Highway 51 east of Broken Arrow Oklahoma. Having spent my pre-adolescent years in the hills of southwest Tulsa, we were all riding BMX before the term was ever coined. We had trails through ‘the Woods’, creek beds and plenty of room to build ‘tracks’ that had jumps and mudholes. We built ramps from scrap lumber scavenged from construction sites like most kids, and in general, just basically lived on our bikes. When my family moved out to a semi-rural area east of Broken Arrow, my parents thought I needed a ‘good’ bicycle. I had grown quite a bit, and there was significantly more open space and longer distances to cover, so for the first Christmas in that house, they got me a new bike. It was a 24” Sears with a really cool ‘fade’ paint job and a 5 speed ‘gearbox’. It was a really nice bike and did cover the distance well, but it just didn’t ‘cut it’ off road. So I started looking for another 20” bike to motocross with. There was a pretty good little home made track on some vacant land down by the highway in front of our ‘addition’, about ¾ of a mile away that just was begging for me to shred it… My friend Jimmy came dragging the Schwinn home one day on the back of his Honda 90. He had been down in the pits riding , saw it, and knew I was looking for one. It was missing wheels, the seat and handle bars, but was otherwise complete. So with that base to work with, and $5 in Jim’s pocket, I began to build my first ‘dedicated’ BMX bike. I put the bike together and basically ended up riding it all the time. We lapped our local track so many times as to make one dizzy. Wheelie contests and just general bicycle hooliganism was, naturally, the order of the day. Fun times. But I digress… I stumbled into the 5-10 Speed Shop bicycle store quite by accident. I had FINALLY talked my folks into letting me have a motorcycle earlier; a TS125 Suzuki. Those that know Japanese ‘foof bikes’ of the time know that they had 19” front wheels. You also know that any dirt biker worth his knobbies HAS to have a 21 inch front hoop… I answered an ad in the Bargain Post one Saturday morning for a brand new 21” rim and spokes originally destined for a TS250. Talked Dad into driving me into Tulsa to look at the wheel. The wheel turned out to be a genuine Borrani, and for the princely sum of $20, we tossed it in the pickup. As we were leaving the apartment complex where I got the wheel, I noticed a bicycle shop in the shopping center across the street. I asked Dad if we could go in and look around, to which he obliged. When we walked in, the shop was full of very cool, mostly high end, European bicycles. But over in the corner along a stretch of the back wall was some stuff for ‘dirt bikes’ to which I naturally gravitated. Whilst looking around pointing out the cool stuff to my Dad, a nice man walked over to ask if we needed help. He was Sonny Wilson, the owner. We talked awhile and he told me that he was building a track behind the store and planned to have the first BMX race in Tulsa two Saturdays hence. Game on… Talked Dad into bringing me into town and letting me race. Got a good start and won the first week in my division. Repeated the next race. And the next. Became acquainted with Mr Wilson and his sister, Mrs Grimm, who worked there too. Discovered that Sonny had been a quite active and successful sports car racer in the 60s, so we got to talking cars and really ‘hit it off’. Started going by the shop and just hanging around when I could. Continued to do well in the races there on South Lewis. Life was good. Except for parts breakage. I had gotten my ‘growth spurt’ the summer before, and at almost 15 years old, I was 6 ft tall and weighed about 165 pounds. I was breaking [several] spokes in the wheels nearly every week, and pedals about every other. Goosenecks lasted a couple of months at best and regular handlebars about the same if I was lucky. Pretty soon I hit Sonny up about sponsoring me. To my surprise, he readily agreed. The deal, as I remember, was that he covered my entry fees, I had use of the shop if I needed, small stuff like spokes, chains and pedals were free, and major parts at cost. All I had to do was spread the word, show up to the races and do well. SUCH A DEAL! One day whilst complaining about having to lace up another wheel, Sonny disappeared to the back and came out with a pair of MotoMags. Handing them to me he said “Here. You can’t break these!” Which, of course, I took as a personal challenge… He had been to a manufacturers/industry show earlier in the season and brought back , what he told me, was one of the very first set of MotoMags made. He had not sold them for whatever reason, and decided I would be good ‘test pilot’ for them . If I couldn’t break them, then nobody could, and such would be a good testimonial to potential customers. They were beautiful. The casting was a bit rough, but I thought they were gorgeous. They were the first one I had ever seen. So I mounted up my used Carlisles on them, transferred the hubset over and installed new bearings and axles. Off to test them! I tried. I really did. I rode that poor bike harder than ever. I jumped it whenever possible, on our track, over ditches and ramps. I actually rode the thing off the roof of my parent’s house! [don’t tell them tho – they still don’t know and I would be toast…] I could NOT break those wheels. The shot off the top of the house DID break/bend the pedals, another set of handlebars, bent the crank and finally bent the Schwinn forks though. Blew out one tyre and tube too. I missed the last couple of races that year while I saved money for replacement parts… I painted that long suffering Schwinn frame bright yellow while it was apart and soon added the Ashtabula forks and crank. [at cost J] Right about that time, JC Penney’s was closing out their sporting goods department and had everything on sale. Dad was over there one day, took pity on me, and brought me the heavy duty handle bars complete with grips and the Mijon gooseneck/triple clamp. Mom eventually got talked into a new pair of Goodyear Eagle MX tyres. I was back in business. When the next season started, I was ready to rock and basically bullet proof, except for pedals. Races began right after or right before school was out if I remember correctly. A few of the regulars had changed up to my class having had a birthday in the interim, and a few guys from Claremore started coming down, as well as some guys from the Oklahoma City area started to take the trip up the turnpike. Quite frankly, the competition was getting pretty stiff. So, naturally, I needed ‘tricker’ stuff! Mongoose frame number 13037 had been hanging on the wall in the showroom for a while. I realise that covetousness is officially naughty, but I lusted after that thing. Even at cost, it was fairly expensive for a not quite 16 year old kid that had no outside job other than occasionally mowing yards, picking up the sporadic odd job around the neighbourhood , and fixing other kids motorcycles every so often. Plus I had a motorcycle to feed…Anyway, Sonny OK’d a ‘layaway’ deal, funds were sourced and I brought the frame home. I must confess, that once I got the bike together, I didn’t want to go get it muddy. It was too pretty. But not only did the South Lewis track have a ‘water obstacle’ , there was no way to keep it clean around the house either. ‘Our’ track had one big mudhole and often another small one, depending on the weather. Anyway, I raced the bike on the weekends and rode it during the week. Nothing broke, and it handled and jumped like a dream. But then I turned 16, got a job and a car. Sold the Suzuki to help fund the car, but hung onto my bike. Even though I stopped racing within a couple of months into the season, I still rode the bike occasionally. Having to work half days Saturday and the overriding desire to go to the Drags after leaving the job sorta diminished my ardour for BMX. Which brings me to the present. The bike got hung from hooks in the ceiling of the garage to keep it up out of the way. Right after I moved out, Dad decided to turn the garage into a game room and extend the house into a three and a half car garage [thanx Dad…wait til AFTER I’ve moved out…] and the bike got put in the attic. I’ve started to do a full restoration of the bike several times over the past 20 years. I have a perfect place for it in an opening above a book case on the wall between my living room and kitchen. Somehow, I just never got around to it. But then I got to talking to a fella at Brookside Motorcycle’s Autumn Vintage Show. He had brought three old BMX bikes to the show along with his restored Z50. He told me about the vintage bicycle get together at the Grand National races and encouraged me to attend. I remembered the conversation just a couple of days before Thanksgiving, and found the M.O.T.O.S. guys’ website. I e-mailed Bryan, told him about the bike and asked if he thought anyone would be interested in seeing it. There was/is 30+ years of grime on it, and all the grease in the bearings have separated out, dribbling oil everywhere. He assured me that there are indeed folks still interested in the old bikes and asked me to NOT clean it up before bringing it down to the IPE building. I showed up with the bike exactly in ‘as raced’ condition from late 1976. I had NO idea that a} BMX had gotten so big and that b} there was such an interest in the old bikes. The turnout at the show was phenomenal – so many cool old bikes that I remembered, and lots that were new to me. The people were great and made me feel very welcome. There seemed to be a lot of interest in the bike, and people seemed to really enjoy seeing it. Even all nasty. The reception that the bike and I received was really fantastic. Stories were told, photos taken and to the best of my knowledge, a good time was had by all. I know I did. Now, if I just happen to find one of those Mattco girder front ends and a spare frame laying around…

Once again M.O.T.O.S. pulled together and put on a great show this year! Congrats to all winners of the show.Thanks to all M.O.T.O.S. Members! I think we showed our passion for BMX this past weekend! Special thanks to Shannon Gillette ,Jim Melton,John Hansford,Curt Brasel and everyone else involved with the show.Would like to also say thanks to my daughter Ryan for helping us out also! I look forward to next years show!

well i was close on the s/n cant believe i was that close! Hell I cant remember WTF i did yesterday! Heres some info from John Hansford on the goose: Mongoose frame number 13037 When Sonny Wilson of the 5-10 Speed Shop bicycle store started the South Lewis BMX Track in Tulsa, I was riding an old Schwinn Stingray with a single seat and the ‘knobbiest’ Carlisle tyres I could find. I was a pretty big kid for my age – 6ft tall and approximately 165 pounds at 15 years old – and was a little hard on parts, especially wheels. I got a really good start and won the first race at the track in my age group. The trophy presentation of that afternoon is actually the only photo I have from all the races there. Be that as it may, I was fairly successful at the races and soon asked Mr Wilson if he would sponsor me. I was fairly surprised that he agreed to rather readily. The deal, as I remember, was major parts at cost, minor ones free, and use of the shop if need be. In addition, he covered my entry fee. All I had to do was show up, so well, and spread the word about the races, the shop and the products. Such a deal! The way I was eating spokes and rims, I was afraid I would bankrupt him before the summer was over. One day while gathering spokes and preparing to fix the wheels again, I was complaining about the light duty nature of the parts and wishing someone had a better wheel. Sonny left the back and reappeared in a minute with 2 brand new MotoMags. “Here. You can’t break these.” They were beautiful. He had been to an industry show earlier in the season and brought them back with him. He told me that they were one of the first sets available, and if I couldn’t break ‘em, then no one could. Said it would be good advertisement and would hopefully prompt sales. They were the first set in Tulsa for sure, and maybe the whole state. I couldn’t break them, although I tried. I even rode the bike off the roof of my folks’ house… That stunt did bend the stock crank and forks though, as well as pedals and breaking yet another set of handlebars, which led to the purchase of Ashtabula forks and crank. My Dad brought home the heavy duty handlebars and Mijon triple clamp/gooseneck one day from a big sporting goods department closeout sale at JC Penneys. The racing got a lot more popular the next season, with more guys coming in from out of town. The competition was getting stiffer, so naturally, I decided I needed ‘tricker’ stuff. The Mongoose frame had been on the wall in the showroom for a little while, and I confess, I lusted. Even at cost , it was quite an outlay for a kid with no real job. However, between allowance, occasional yard mowing and odd jobs around the neighbourhood, and sporadic motorcycle repair jobs for friends, I finally got the money together and got the frame out of ‘layaway’. [Thanx Sonny] It was beautiful. I actually didn’t want to ride it after I got it together for fear of getting it muddy or crashing and scratching it. But ride it I did. The bike handled sublimely. Jumped like a kangaroo. Wheelied like Doug Damokos. I loved it. BUT, soon thereafter, I turned 16, got a [great] job and got a car. I had to work half days Saturday, which interfered with racing, and my interests were gravitating more towards taking the Plymouth to the dragstrip Saturday evenings anyway. So I hung up the BMX bike. Literally. My Dad hung it from hooks in the garage ceiling to get it out of the way. I rode it occasionally after that, but not a lot and I changed nothing on it. Not long after I moved out, Dad decided to turn the garage into a game room and extend the house out into a 3 and a half car garage. The bike went into the attic. The bike stayed in the attic mostly for the next 30 + years. I considered restoring it and putting above a book case in my living room several times over the years, but never got around to it. Then I ran into a guy named Marty at a vintage motorcycle show who told me about the Vintage BMX show at the GrandNationals in Tulsa over Thanksgiving weekend. I remembered the conversation just before the show opened and found a contact address for the M.O.T.O.S. guys. I emailed them and Bryan returned my communication promptly, encouraging me to bring the bike and to not even wash it. So if you saw the bike at the show or see the pictures, it is exactly as raced late in 1976, with another 36 years of accumulated grime! The show was great and I really appreciate the warm welcome extended to me and my dirty old bicycle. Hope to do some more, but I really think that I ought to at least clean it up! J John Hansford

Once again M.O.T.O.S. pulled together and put on a great show this year! Congrats to all winners of the show.Thanks to all M.O.T.O.S. Members! I think we showed our passion for BMX this past weekend! Special thanks to Shannon Gillette ,Jim Melton,John Hanson,Curt Brasel and everyone else involved with the show.Would like to also say thanks to my daughter Ryan for helping us out also! I look forward to next years show!

if i remember right is was 13057 or close to that.John Hanson Is the owner and will soon be writing up a little info on it. Very cool to see him and Cash talking today.

Show off!

still cant believe that goose showed up! Im really happy about the show this year! Cant wait to see what shows up tomorrow! Heres the email reguarding the 75 goose. Dear MOTOS person, I was told about the upcoming show by a guy named Marty...[i'm horrible with names] at the Brookside Motorcycles Fall Vintage show. He said that during the ABA Grand Nationals there was a group that got together and had a show of vintage bikes and just generally discussed the much better old days. Anyway, I remembered this a few days ago and finally found you; not an easy task for one 'out of the loop' and posessing limited computer skills... Be that as it may, I was writing to see if there would be any need / interest in bringing my bike to the show. [which I plan to attend] Its a Mongoose frame from mid 1975. I have one of the first sets of MotoMags on it from late 74, and Ashtabula forks and crank. I was actually sponsored for awhile [late season 74 thru 1976] by Sonny Wilson, owner of the 5 - 10 Speed Shop that ran the BMX races/track in the mid 70s there on Lewis. I stopped racing mid season in 76, and even though I rode the bike a little after that, nothing was changed. It is exactly as last raced in 76. I pulled it out of the attic today, and simply cannot believe I put it away that nasty! Of course, the grease in all the bearings has seperated and the oil has run/seeped everywhere, there's a bit of corrosion showing on the frame etc. Thirty some odd years of just sitting has taken it's toll. I don't have time to bust it apart and clean it up between now and then, so I wondered if there was an 'original' class or something. With 'patina' and 'barn finds' being all the rage these days, I thought there might be a place for it. Sorry to have waited so late to contact you. Look forward to hearing from you and hopefully getting to talk at the show. Oh, one more question... I found your website, and must I be fluent in Latin to hang out with you guys?

Wow already here! Suweet!

Holy crap...............im speechless.......wow

I didnt realize how many of these i still use. I actually wrote Bitchin on my wifes New SUV last week.I guess I now know why i get strange looks when I saw biffed or balls out or my fav Bad Ass...Im old. hahaha

brutal...just brutal

Good eye! Pics shot at the grands in tulsa in November

thanks guys!