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It was 1976, I was 20 years old and I just received a bundle of money (very small bundle, but it seemed like lots to me at the time), and was real pumped about buying a brand new motorcycle.
Had to be a Harley.
I bought a brand new 1200 Super Glide off the show room floor. It lacked any identity and as all Harley rider have to do, I bought some doodads to jazz it up. I added a bitch bar, a fancy seat, pipes, and some chrome here and there. I had to add hydraulic lifters after floating the stock ones when the speedometer said I was doing 130mph. (No way this bowling ball was doing 130mph. Maybe it hit 99)
It was a real cool looker, and it made me very popular and drew more attention than I had even thought it would. So, at that time in my life, that is what I wanted and that is what I got. A show piece, a treasure. At this time in history Harley wasn't the "religion" it has become. The Harley was my only transportation, I'd spent my big bundle wad of money on it.
I grew up in Las Vegas, and riding this monster year round was very cool, cooler than it is nowadays. I was more a desert rat than a casino slug. My previous bikes were all dirt bikes. As you can see, I dirt rode the Harley. My only other motorcycles were dirt bikes and old ways are hard to break. Well, I was Hard on the Harley, I expected allot from it, but it was sort of a Hardly. Years of the bowling ball Harley ownership. Still, it was 'Cool' all the same, after all, it was a Harley.
This is a picture of me leaving Las Vegas on a really great trip to Missouri. My friend lived in a little town just near the border between Missouri and Illinois called Alton. (Alton has been in many super Flood television Reports). Anyhow, I left one day to visit Dave in Alton and one of the days drove for like 10 hours before finally reaching this little Alton Missouri town only to find I was lost. I had to call my friend and found out I was in Alton Missouri and needed to be in Alton Illinois. Man, I was 10 hours worn out from this rough ridin' pig already! It was only another 3 1/2 hours away and I didn't have hotel money. So off I went. 13 1/2 hours on a this ole Harley would kill anyone under 30 with brains, But I made it, I was under 30. Still, it Took 2 days to recover.
I sold that Super Glide for $2,300.00. Today in 2004 that same bike in decent running condition would be worth $9-12,000.00 Go figure.