The summer Nancy and I met. I was 20, she was 18, and we got married 3months later. Such a stud huh? That was my bike, 1950 HD �74� panhead, flh cams, solid lifters that clacked so loud you could hear me coming for miles around, 8� over front end with an 18� wheel which brought it down a little and get this�no front brake. I hit the ground a lot because of that but I was young, invincible and stupid. The exhaust pipes were straight cut offs with internal baffles to make it legal. What a trip it all was. In my heart I know that if I hadn�t sold it I would have died a long time ago. Sometimes you have to move on in life�or not.
(I didn�t have my own camera back then and this picture was taken by a John Bioncoli who is from somewhere in NYC. I�m sure I�ve spelled his name wrong but his brother has all the negatives, or he did, and if anyone knows this guy have him write me at ([email protected]). What you see here is a bad photo of a fading print.) |
