Too old to die young, stick to the same shit til its cool again.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
El Rey's bike
This 1989 Softail has been in my life since I was the tender age of 16 (and a half). My dad and I had taken it to the chopping block since the day we bought it, and although it has seen better days, I feel it has blossomed into the hardcore, dirty ass utilitarian death machine you see here. I will never part from this "Weapon of Choice" being that I have over a decade, and endless/undocumented miles upon its hand made saddle. Almost every part on this heap has been touched, or broken by me, and an even smaller amount of parts, have been made by the hands and minds of myself, and a group of dear friends...each part has a story, and there are more to come. I hope to redo the shit out of this bike come winter, hopefully displaying the skills I have obtained while experimenting on my bike, and in turn, I will be able to rack up another couple of decades riding it to places unknown...I just have to stop riding it long enough to actually pull off a tune up/face lift. Ride safe assholes.
My roach clip/jumper wire
Prayer beads are a must when you hang with the Reaper
Ass-backwards brake pedal & no footpeg
Dirty Bitches like to be "choked" sometimes (shitty CV intake buy me)
"Rattle Can Dan"...45 mins. total in paint
Says it all
Side mount neutral light/broke speedo featuring the Lord
Jockey lever & grip added 50 Horses, to the rear wheel!!!
Hand formed seat,bag bracket and rad hardware for seat
Keep it narrow (backwards foot clutch lever/ no peg)
Middy-peg by me, same goes for polish job on primary
Crooked headlight mounted with a small nut & cotter pin
Cut down brake lever, homemade T-Bars, and a sticker
No, not sponsored by Van's(Baker 6 speed, thanks to Gary P.)