If you look through these pages long enough, you'll know that I like classic motorcycles and classic babes. Nothing finer than an old Harley or Indian that is original or restored to like new condition. Guess I like waxing nostalgic.
You'll also notice that I support the Red & White, because I have to love and respect a group that's been at it longer and harder than anyone else. They've paid a lot of dues. Nowadays, Harleys are like assholes, everyone has one. Of course, if they had to kickstart an 80" there'd be a lot less of them. :-)
My first ride on a Harley was around 1957 when I was 6 years old. My dad's buddy, George, had a old Panhead. I never forgot that experience.
 Me, George, and my sister, Lynn
Finances always left me a little shy of being able to own a bike
when I was younger. But, I started working in construction when I
was 26 and started making pretty good money for the time. So, in 1977, I bought my first Harley. A 1976 XLCH Sportster, in like new condition, from a guy that wasn't into it. I rode that for a year or so until, you guessed it, I decided I wanted a full size bike. I sold the Sport and went down to Armando Magri, Inc., the only dealer in Sacramento then, and blew the proceeds from the XLCH on a 1978&1/2 80" motor. They had just come out and I thought that was going to be the one and only for the rest of my life.
Me at 27 yrs old. Can ya tell I hung sheetrock for a living?
I did a special construction with that motor on a rigid frame, old police special fat bob tanks and speedo, 3" over forks with
19" front and 16" rear, drag bars and drag pipes, horseshoe oil
bag and a kick start, Bates seat, tombstone taillight, etc. Fast
little number and I kept it until the big "D", as in divorce, kinda forced a sale...you know the story.
I used to ride a 1996 Fatboy with a few modifications.
Outside Esparto on the way to the Redwood Run. "Babe, the Blue Ox" and me on the right.
Since I went over the 'high side' in 1997, I've slowed down a bit. I want to share a quote, I read somewhere else, with you.
"Never ride faster than your guardian angel can fly"
So, for all the real outlaws, wannabe's, old salts, and newbe's out there in the fast lane, take care of yourself and those around you. A prayer for you all...
Jethro, Me, and Big Dan at The Fryed Bros. Anniversary up at Uncle Tom's Cabin.
Me and Babe, the Blue Ox.
The new ride... '48 Pan.
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