A Thing of Beauty.

I love choppers, really. But this is on my list of favorite bikes. Serious style.

Panhead Dreams.

This sweet 48 Panhead "Hotrod" resides at the Wheels Through Time museum. I drool over this machine about 80 different times during every visit. There are so many accessories on this thing it's ridiculous. When I first got my 48 motor my plan was to build a cocaine fueled chopper, but this bike steered me in a completely different direction. I have a sincere love for these type of classy shithead bikes. I never wanted to make a "bobber", I always wanted to find one...... which now days seems like a pipe dream. Well, I guess it's not really faking it if you assemble one from all from found old parts.

Selfie.

You know when chicks post pictures of themselves on Instagram and/or Facebook usually taken in front of the mirror in the bathroom, usually head cocked to one side or other nonchalant position, usually scantily dressed, usually with a remark along the lines of "feeling ugly today" or "I love my heart stitched jammies", usually fishing for positive reassuring comments from their girlfriends and creepster/ secret admirer dude followers, usually to help boost their own poor self confidence? I found out that type of photo is called a "selfie". Dudes post them too. Those dudes are usually gays. This photo is kind of like that. 

Taken by Brandon Smith, Flyinshoes.

Flamer.

I took this photo from Wheels Through Time. If you have ever been there, then you know this bike. I'm due for a visit there. Seriously one of the best places ever.

Panhead Reality.

I've been slowly building a panhead for the past year or so. Owning a panhead has always been a dream of mine, and I am very grateful that it has become a reality. There was a ton of trading parts, buying parts, and just good friends helping me out. Here's the story:

I got a phone call from a guy that we know from the parties and runs. He asked me if I knew of anyone interested in buying a panhead motor. I had just sold some shit or saved up some money, so I went to check it out. On my way to see the motor I gave Rick Lewis a call for some panhead advice and he said that he had an early panhead basket case that he would sell me if the current one fell through. Long story short, the motor I went to scope out ended up being kinda sketchy and I wanted correct numbers and all that nerd shit, so I bailed on it. The next day I went up to Rick's shop and he made me a deal  that I couldn't pass up on his panhead.

This is what I got from Ricky along with a few more random parts. The cases were painted black way back when for whatever reason with whatever substance, so we couldn't see what was up with the numbers. It was from an excellent mechanic and a guy that I trust, so I knew it was legit shit.

My original plan was to build a full blown show chopper with matching paint on the frame and tins, murals, chrome, etc. After a mixture of spending a weekend with our friends at Wheels Through Time, wizard weed smoke, and finding some truly awesome old HD parts, I decided to go more in the direction of some 20 year old shit head's bike from the 1940's-50's era. A bobber a.k.a. Bobby a.k.a. Robert, if you will. I took my wife to Nashville for her birthday and ended up scoring these shitty tanks from the American Pickers dude.

A while later, after recouping some money to get a few more parts, I got a frame from Death Science Josh. Super cherry condition for being original, and he also made me a deal that I couldn't pass up. Just for your info, me and especially Duane work really hard for our parts and to find the stuff that we do. Nothing really just falls in our lap and we take very little for granted. That's why we are cherish the things that we have and rarely sell anything.

I left my motor with Rick to be built. I love fucking around with motors, but Rick has a degree in motor wizardry and has been working on Harleys since the 70's. I figured that I would rather have it done right then second guess everything. Well, he gave he a call one day and told me that he had my motor ready to go. He also told me that he cleaned the cases up real nice and got the crap off that was painted on them, revealing the numbers: 1948.

After retrieving my motor and getting it back to the Dojo, I immediately put it in the frame. No better motor stand right? This is how it would sit for a while until I acquired more needed parts.

One evening when I got home, there was a mystery package waiting there for me. I opened it up and pulled out a Linkert M74B with an intake. Inside was a note from Roadside Marty. He said that he saw that I got a panhead and it looked like I needed a carb. He is a really good dude.

I have always been a fan of Linkerts, but never actually owned one. Therefore I took it apart and started to learn it. I can see why people swear by them.

After quite a few more parts scores, negotiations, and gifts, I had assembled everything that I could without a front end.

This might have been the hardest piece to get. Anyway you look at it, a springer is expensive. It took me a good while be able to come up on one. Needless to say, I was way stoked.

I was so stoked that I went right to the Dojo, to get a roller together. No one was around and I was the genius that built a bike on a waist high table. Getting it off of the workbench by myself was a feat of engineering. It was also sketchy as fuck. I am very impatient. Anyways, I got front end on and Ape Knuckles walked in.

Kustom Jeff happened to stop by the shop a day or so after I got the bike on the ground and shot this photo.

Daylight stance.

I really started to get cranking on some of the smaller things and Tubbs sent me this furry ass seat.

One of those smaller things was getting everything that I needed for the primary. The pace started to pick back up once I assembled that. I had never dealt with a chain oiler before. That shit was weird son.

I eventually got to the stage where I could plumb and wire the bike. The night before I took this picture, I got the motor to burp for a second inside the shop. The next day, I rolled the bike outside and started it for the first time.

                                    

I didn't realize it, but Bowles was filming the first time she really started. She still has some minor issues to work out, but I'll be riding it soon. 

Well, now I can start it.

I still have some issues to smooth out, but it will kick over and idle now.

So I started my panhead....

I got to hear my panhead run for a second last night. I have a petcock that leaks, a bowl that leaks, an intake leak, an exhaust leak, will try to start only when retarded, and can't figure out a common starting sequence for shit. It started for a second though, so I'm stoked. Ryan just so happened to be filming me with his phone, kicking away.