What do you think of my 1952 Duo Glide?
#31
02-10-2011, 03:34 PM
#33
02-10-2011, 06:08 PM
Sgdiesel,
You have to remember that I was in high school from 1961 to 1965. This was in Highland Park, IL where almost nobody else had a cycle. I was an outcast in many ways and my parents fought tooth and nail to keep me off of cycles. Fortunately, I lived in a town about 35 miles north of Chicago where there were all kinds of war veterans riding motorcycles.
Actually, I was not all that strange except compared to others in my school but I had this notion that I wanted to ride motorcycles. I had a friend with a Vincent Black Shadow, fastest motorcycle I ever rode. Even today it would give the Hayabusa a run for its money. Anyway, I got the bug riding as passenger on his cycle. One day coming home from Chicago late at night my friend let me drive. The Vincent had only one instrument--a large speedometer center-mounted on the handlebars. We came home at 160 mph (for just a little while) on Edens Highway. That was a thrill, albeit quite a stupid one.
I do not recall the details of the purchase of my Hydra Glide as it was so long ago. But I got $525 out of my savings account and rode it home in February with my mother following behind in the car. It was a damn good thing she was there because I had to stop several times to thaw myself out in order to get home. I was just cold to the bone all the way home but I wanted that motorcycle in my garage. In those days there was no notion of renting a truck to get your cycle home in winter. We just rode it out.
That motorcycle was the talk of my high school and not much of the talk was complimentary. I was truly a rebel WITHOUT a cause, but I rode that motorcycle everywhere by myself as few others had them. My friend's Vincent disappeared when he graduated and no others locally had a cycle. So, then I cruised the highways looking for club members riding north from Chicago. I hooked up with them a couple of times but they were so much older that I'm guessing they had no use for a 17-year old kid.
As a side note, the girls in my high school loved to ride behind. Their mothers however were of a different opinion. Several of those girls, now women, yet have exhaust pipe burn scars on their left calves from dismounting against the hot pipe. It is my legacy.
Oh, by the way, I was and still am 5-feet, 5-inches tall. Back then I weighed 127 pounds, although I don't weigh that now.
You have to remember that I was in high school from 1961 to 1965. This was in Highland Park, IL where almost nobody else had a cycle. I was an outcast in many ways and my parents fought tooth and nail to keep me off of cycles. Fortunately, I lived in a town about 35 miles north of Chicago where there were all kinds of war veterans riding motorcycles.
Actually, I was not all that strange except compared to others in my school but I had this notion that I wanted to ride motorcycles. I had a friend with a Vincent Black Shadow, fastest motorcycle I ever rode. Even today it would give the Hayabusa a run for its money. Anyway, I got the bug riding as passenger on his cycle. One day coming home from Chicago late at night my friend let me drive. The Vincent had only one instrument--a large speedometer center-mounted on the handlebars. We came home at 160 mph (for just a little while) on Edens Highway. That was a thrill, albeit quite a stupid one.
I do not recall the details of the purchase of my Hydra Glide as it was so long ago. But I got $525 out of my savings account and rode it home in February with my mother following behind in the car. It was a damn good thing she was there because I had to stop several times to thaw myself out in order to get home. I was just cold to the bone all the way home but I wanted that motorcycle in my garage. In those days there was no notion of renting a truck to get your cycle home in winter. We just rode it out.
That motorcycle was the talk of my high school and not much of the talk was complimentary. I was truly a rebel WITHOUT a cause, but I rode that motorcycle everywhere by myself as few others had them. My friend's Vincent disappeared when he graduated and no others locally had a cycle. So, then I cruised the highways looking for club members riding north from Chicago. I hooked up with them a couple of times but they were so much older that I'm guessing they had no use for a 17-year old kid.
As a side note, the girls in my high school loved to ride behind. Their mothers however were of a different opinion. Several of those girls, now women, yet have exhaust pipe burn scars on their left calves from dismounting against the hot pipe. It is my legacy.
Oh, by the way, I was and still am 5-feet, 5-inches tall. Back then I weighed 127 pounds, although I don't weigh that now.
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02-10-2011, 08:23 PM
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My old man wouldn't put insurance on his and that was the main reason he didn't want me to ride it much. One weekend when they were out of town and me at the ripe age of 16 took her for a spin. I was passing a VW beetle and they turned left. I peeled off the rear fender and running board of the volks and went down. It bent the engine guard and that dented the fender. The clutch handle and the windshield broke. I chewed out the people for turning into me and split for home. I headed 50 miles to egberg H.D. the same day and bought the windshield and clutch handle. I removed the fender and got most of the dent out and sludge hammered the crash guard back into shape. It wasn't perfect but it got me through the next couple of weeks before he noticed. He wasn't someone to be on the bad side of if you know what I mean. Man the stories I have with that old pan.
#35
02-11-2011, 08:57 AM
Sgdiesel,
You have to remember that I was in high school from 1961 to 1965. This was in Highland Park, IL where almost nobody else had a cycle. I was an outcast in many ways and my parents fought tooth and nail to keep me off of cycles. Fortunately, I lived in a town about 35 miles north of Chicago where there were all kinds of war veterans riding motorcycles.
Actually, I was not all that strange except compared to others in my school but I had this notion that I wanted to ride motorcycles. I had a friend with a Vincent Black Shadow, fastest motorcycle I ever rode. Even today it would give the Hayabusa a run for its money. Anyway, I got the bug riding as passenger on his cycle. One day coming home from Chicago late at night my friend let me drive. The Vincent had only one instrument--a large speedometer center-mounted on the handlebars. We came home at 160 mph (for just a little while) on Edens Highway. That was a thrill, albeit quite a stupid one.
I do not recall the details of the purchase of my Hydra Glide as it was so long ago. But I got $525 out of my savings account and rode it home in February with my mother following behind in the car. It was a damn good thing she was there because I had to stop several times to thaw myself out in order to get home. I was just cold to the bone all the way home but I wanted that motorcycle in my garage. In those days there was no notion of renting a truck to get your cycle home in winter. We just rode it out.
That motorcycle was the talk of my high school and not much of the talk was complimentary. I was truly a rebel WITHOUT a cause, but I rode that motorcycle everywhere by myself as few others had them. My friend's Vincent disappeared when he graduated and no others locally had a cycle. So, then I cruised the highways looking for club members riding north from Chicago. I hooked up with them a couple of times but they were so much older that I'm guessing they had no use for a 17-year old kid.
As a side note, the girls in my high school loved to ride behind. Their mothers however were of a different opinion. Several of those girls, now women, yet have exhaust pipe burn scars on their left calves from dismounting against the hot pipe. It is my legacy.
Oh, by the way, I was and still am 5-feet, 5-inches tall. Back then I weighed 127 pounds, although I don't weigh that now.
You have to remember that I was in high school from 1961 to 1965. This was in Highland Park, IL where almost nobody else had a cycle. I was an outcast in many ways and my parents fought tooth and nail to keep me off of cycles. Fortunately, I lived in a town about 35 miles north of Chicago where there were all kinds of war veterans riding motorcycles.
Actually, I was not all that strange except compared to others in my school but I had this notion that I wanted to ride motorcycles. I had a friend with a Vincent Black Shadow, fastest motorcycle I ever rode. Even today it would give the Hayabusa a run for its money. Anyway, I got the bug riding as passenger on his cycle. One day coming home from Chicago late at night my friend let me drive. The Vincent had only one instrument--a large speedometer center-mounted on the handlebars. We came home at 160 mph (for just a little while) on Edens Highway. That was a thrill, albeit quite a stupid one.
I do not recall the details of the purchase of my Hydra Glide as it was so long ago. But I got $525 out of my savings account and rode it home in February with my mother following behind in the car. It was a damn good thing she was there because I had to stop several times to thaw myself out in order to get home. I was just cold to the bone all the way home but I wanted that motorcycle in my garage. In those days there was no notion of renting a truck to get your cycle home in winter. We just rode it out.
That motorcycle was the talk of my high school and not much of the talk was complimentary. I was truly a rebel WITHOUT a cause, but I rode that motorcycle everywhere by myself as few others had them. My friend's Vincent disappeared when he graduated and no others locally had a cycle. So, then I cruised the highways looking for club members riding north from Chicago. I hooked up with them a couple of times but they were so much older that I'm guessing they had no use for a 17-year old kid.
As a side note, the girls in my high school loved to ride behind. Their mothers however were of a different opinion. Several of those girls, now women, yet have exhaust pipe burn scars on their left calves from dismounting against the hot pipe. It is my legacy.
Oh, by the way, I was and still am 5-feet, 5-inches tall. Back then I weighed 127 pounds, although I don't weigh that now.
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