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IanM wrote:Hammerfjord wrote:bigrustypig wrote:
I'm too old for this....but I love the double-engine Harley pumping 305 horses.
NO you're NOT
Just don't wear the Patek gondolo when riding it
Hammer is right, Jeff.
My Dad (81 years old now) had a Police Special in candy apple red a few years ago (before the replacement hips and a raft of breathing dramas which now prevent him from driving at all...). His one and only (working) Harley. As an old Navy man, he had a history of riding BSA Gold Stars, Rudges, Brough Superiors (the only bike he would dearly love to have again), Suzukis, Yamahas, Ducatis and others over the years. My Dad also had a 1942 WLA Harley for a short time, but that doesn't count, because it never "worked" and he swapped it as a rusty wreck for an outboard motor for one of his boats so long ago that I can only remember it by pictures taken at the time. He put a couch in a separate garage so he could sleep next to the Harley Police Special after polisihing the cr*p out of it to make sure it permanently gleamed. Must say he loved it - even tho he was the only biker in the country to ride wearing a white helmet, designer sunglasses and comfortable slippers.
You're never too old to feel young again, mate.
That twin-engined monster with 305 RWHP would do the trick!
Cheers! IanM
Great ost IaI tip my hat to your Dad..seems like he lives his life to the fullest. I can only hope to still be riding at 80
+1, Ian. Your dad is way cool!!!
Thanks for sharing about your dad. My grandpa told me stories about his Harleys in his youth....about 35 to 40...He had 2 Harleys and both were on STICKSHIFT and each one even had a reverse gear. I just forget the model numbers but they were only 2 numbers. i.e Harley 36 and Harley 77...as examples. During the war as he was escaping from the bad guys with my mom who was only 7 or 8 then, he had to bury them in a deep pit in the hills and covered each one with heavy grease and then with plastic and nylon awnings....which were hard to come by in the early '40s. After the war, he dug them up (together with his Garands and Carbines) and simply just removed the grease, re-conditioned them and boom, they worked as good as the day he buried them.
Shortly after the war, he had to sell them because his son, my uncle, was chasing all the girls in town with his big bikes and he knew all that adrenalin would lead to an accident. My grandpa said it was maybe among the saddest days of his life.