Sunday, February 27, 2011
This is my sweetheart. My sportster is responsible for so many things that it's unreal. Unlike a lot of you, I didn't come from a gearhead family or grow up riding motorcycles. I found an interest in bikes around the age of 17 when I was in my prime era of skateboarding. There was this sketchy dude that tattooed next door to the skate shop and one day he got a complete Panhead chopper in trade for doing a full sleeve on some tweeker. That did it for me. After working a job for a while, I said fuck it and bought this here sportster. Rode it around stock for a few years and never thought about fucking it up. I then met some of the Haints. And those guys were about putting some serious miles on shit that you built or heavily modified. Before you know it, the motor was out of the frame. This bike was the textbook for me that taught me about wrenching on and creating choppers. That is how Larry and Spenser came into our circle and Garage Co. Customs was pretty much home base (except Brandon's basement which will always be in the history books). It took me building a chopper to really start putting miles on my motorcycle. Anyways, sorry about the rant. The point is that my sportster is responsible for the majority of the friends that I have now, It is responsible for every bit of this culture that I constantly obsess over, and it has taken me across the country and back and everywhere in between. I love this bike.