You never forget your first! Your first beer, your first girl, your first kiss, your “first time”, your first wife, your first divorce, your first Harley, the list goes on. Here is a story about my first Harley which is similar to the story of my first wife, and my second wife too for that matter!
I’m no expert but this is the way I put my Harley away for winter. Please consult your motorcycle owner’s manual for your bikes specific requirements.
Maybe you’re hard core and not ready to call the riding season over. Maybe you ride all year round. Not Me! I’m not a cold weather rider. Thank God I left my home of New England many years ago. I put the bike away yesterday. This is what I do…
It’s a three step process:
· Battery Tender
· Fuel Stabilizer
· Jack
I grew up on dirtbikes. As a practical adult I resisted the urge to ride until the Discovery Channel awoke the rider within me. Now I spend all my time and money on riding! Damn cable TV!
I blame the Discovery Channel! I thought motorcycling was something I did as a kid and had outgrown. I survived my youth on dirtbikes without serious injury and had moved on with my life. Every spring I would get a tiny tiny itch to ride but it would come and go quickly. Then I started to watch the Discovery Channel. I had seen Motorcycle Mania with Jesse James a few times. I watched the lunacy known as American Chopper quite often. But I lived for Biker Build Off! I was hooked from the day I saw Perewitz vs Lane. Watching the super stars of bike building became an addiction. Dave Perewitz represented my home team being that I’m originally from Massachusetts. I came to worship Billy Lane, Russel Mitchell and Indian Larry. I read and memorized the profile of every builder in Tom Zimberoff’s book Art of The Chopper. I would travel great distances to have the master bike builders sign my Zimberoff book at bike shows. I got autographs from Matt Hotch and Eddie Trotta. I spoke with Perewitz and Lane. I had a few drinks with Russell Mitchell and Paul Yaffe in Ocean City, Maryland during Delamarva Bike Week. I met Indian Larry at a tattoo show in Atlantic City one month before his fatal accident. I yearned to own a bike as cool as the bikes they built.I dreamed of thundering into town on a loud stretched custom with chrome and paint that would shock everyone. The hottest babes would compete for my attention and beg for a ride. I would take off out of town with a super model holding me tight. We would ride off into the desert as the sun set. I would be the coolest dude ever if I had a customized Harley or chopper. I had become a die hard biker wanna be! It was all because of the damned Discovery Channel! [Read more →]