I spent forty years building the Riders of Thunder motorcycle club from nothing. My blood was in every mile of asphalt we’d claimed. Then overnight, they voted me out and stole my 1947 Knucklehead – the bike I rode to my wife’s funeral, the one I promised her would never leave our family. They thought…
I woke up from heart surgery to discover my best friend of 40 years had emptied my garage. Six vintage motorcycles gone. Bikes I’d restored with my own hands over decades. The 1947 Indian Chief my father left me. The 1969 Triumph Bonneville I rode across the country with my wife before cancer took her….
Alright, old-timers, for those of you scratching your heads over that sweet piece of Milwaukee iron you saw making the rounds on Facebook, here’s your answer: You’re looking at a 1979 Harley Davidson FXS Blackline Shovelhead. And boy, what a beauty she is. Taking a Trip Down Memory Lane The late ’70s were interesting times…