My dad always rode harleys one

. That's where I got it from. Flatheads, Knuckleheads, Panheads.
My first Harley was a 1955 Panhead. This one is the 14th.
So far I've put a winshield (screw all that wind in the face crap, been there done that),
forward footpegs, a passenger seat and pegs (for my cousin who came up for 4th of july for 10 days. Told her she was the only woman in the world I would add the seat for and they we're coming back off soon as she left, heheh)
Also since taking delivery april 13th I've put 3,000 miles on it. Not bad for Northern Lower Michigan.
I think my younger brother has put about 600 on his Harley, heh heh.
Crashing sucks! In 1988 I ran into a herd of deer on a Sportster. I killed 3. A doe, a fawn and an 8 point buck. My first thought when I saw what was going to happen was, oh shit, this is going to hurt.
Laid in the road for 2 hours before a car came along.
Don't want to do that again! If something like that ever happens again, I will get right back on them. Love riding too much to quit

I should take a pic of the real one and post it.
/wave all!