No way in hell I was going to read all those posts, maybe been said already, but used to spike the tank with airplane fuel.

 

One of my uncles had an old hard tail. I remember him having to kick start it. My great uncle had a 63 pan head.

 

We used to buy them at the Harley shop before we went out to sea, the same rag would get passed around and read cover to cover a dozen times. We'd sit there and talk about the choppers were were going to build when we got out.....When the gray '78 Low Riders came out I damn near shipped over on the spot for the $10 grand re-enlistment bonus just to go buy one.

And when the hell did Sporties become girls bikes? my '78 XLH was a sweet lookin' hot runnin' mother humper, talk about a ***** magnet......

 

when I enjoyed sex with your wife

 

I bought my '48 Pan in 1973 for $900. It caused me more grief then pleasure most of the time. One ride I went on I lost a muffler, my timing plug blew out, and to top it off I sheared the key ways on the crankshaft, that hold the gear in place. Had my buddy go find a big enough wrench for the nut, I believe is 1 1/8". Had to grind down a quarter to replace the sheared key ways to get her home. never a dull moment. The 6" long brake rod for the rear brake broke twice on me, a real eye opener when that's the only brake you got!. I had to change he frame due to cracks in bad welds, sold it for $1600 and thought I won the lottery. It's all perspective.,,

 

Boy, just when you think this thread is about to peter out, it rebounds. I always had a special feeling when the av-gas truck came in for maintenance... 124 octane, shoot, everything ran good on that stuff! I also wouldn't hesitate cutting a gasket outta a cereal box perfectly with a ball-peen hammer, never had one leak. So many good memories!

 

Anyone remember using Corvair pistons in a 900 Sporty?

 

I was born in 48 an was looking at a 48 on e-bay last year. Told the wife I was going to buy an old Harley. Looked good and all they wanted was 20K near the end. Got outbid. Never told the wife what I bid, so don't tell anyone.

 

That was me you saw! ....& I remember what you hollered out when ya went by.

 

I remember when owners manuals actually had a fair amount of useful information in them &

hardly any sissy warnings.

Spoke wrenches , PJ-1 ..the old sticky stuff,

Front disc brake that was solid steel and you hack sawed a couple of grooves in the pads

for rainy days.

If a buddy needed a ride ya gave him one and no one questioned your sexuality.

I liked that you could hold far longer wheelies because of the xtra reward weight,

yup generally turned into wheelie events

I remember when no one gave a **** what oil you used.

I remember drag racing during lunch hour cause there was a lot more country back then.

Wearing a chromed primary chain belt.