8-Ball
02-11-2007, 03:00 AM
Hello... damned glad to be here.
My story...
Started riding when I was fourteen. I was helping my older brother rebuild an abused 1954 chopped 74. He did all the mech stuff and I did the wiring and painting. I used to sit on the fender and we'd hit 120 something (at least that is what he told me)... no helmets... no fear. That bike sent me into the rafters at the gas station where he stored it one afternoon while learning to kick it to everyones enjoyment. Eventually, I started riding it when he was away at college... he never knew.
My brother died shortly thereafter (not on a bike) and we moved to CA. I got into dirt bikes, married a great lady (28 years and counting), switched to street bikes (***** 360 for 2 days then traded it for a ***** 750 SS) and started having kids. I promised my wife, an emergency room nurse at the time, that I would sell the bike and wait until the kids were older. Twenty-five years later, after having looked at a picture of a FatBoy on my wall for years, went in to look at some... saw the RK Custom, fell in love, and bought it.
So I have been having fun out there riding and, back in the garage, tinkering, modifying, fixing, cussing, and admiring. My wife hops on the back now and again and sometimes we ride towards the full moon at dusk....
Somehow... everytime I get on that thing and feel the wind, the power, the freedom, it brings me back to those days shared with my brother working on and riding that chopper.
Started out on VTF looking for answers to some of the problems I was having with my bike and soon came to know some of the fine people there. At some point we decided we should meet... Steve, over at GMR made a fateful spelling error and the Doof Clenas came into being.
I feel very fortunate to have been at the beginning of this pustule of damned fine folk and look forward to meeting every one of them.
This place is dedicated to the Doofs, Delinquents, and gAZINTAs, who have never fallen short in the class department.
My story...
Started riding when I was fourteen. I was helping my older brother rebuild an abused 1954 chopped 74. He did all the mech stuff and I did the wiring and painting. I used to sit on the fender and we'd hit 120 something (at least that is what he told me)... no helmets... no fear. That bike sent me into the rafters at the gas station where he stored it one afternoon while learning to kick it to everyones enjoyment. Eventually, I started riding it when he was away at college... he never knew.
My brother died shortly thereafter (not on a bike) and we moved to CA. I got into dirt bikes, married a great lady (28 years and counting), switched to street bikes (***** 360 for 2 days then traded it for a ***** 750 SS) and started having kids. I promised my wife, an emergency room nurse at the time, that I would sell the bike and wait until the kids were older. Twenty-five years later, after having looked at a picture of a FatBoy on my wall for years, went in to look at some... saw the RK Custom, fell in love, and bought it.
So I have been having fun out there riding and, back in the garage, tinkering, modifying, fixing, cussing, and admiring. My wife hops on the back now and again and sometimes we ride towards the full moon at dusk....
Somehow... everytime I get on that thing and feel the wind, the power, the freedom, it brings me back to those days shared with my brother working on and riding that chopper.
Started out on VTF looking for answers to some of the problems I was having with my bike and soon came to know some of the fine people there. At some point we decided we should meet... Steve, over at GMR made a fateful spelling error and the Doof Clenas came into being.
I feel very fortunate to have been at the beginning of this pustule of damned fine folk and look forward to meeting every one of them.
This place is dedicated to the Doofs, Delinquents, and gAZINTAs, who have never fallen short in the class department.