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I Remember How Scary It Was

My first Harley was a '37 Knuck. About 1967 I found a seriously taken apart Knuck. I loaded it into the trunk of my '55 Chev. Took it into my work shop.

I had no idea what I had except that it was an old Harley. I rode Triumphs then.

I separated parts, washed them, chased threads on bolts and nuts and was ready to try assembling.

Went to the local bike shop and started asking questions and looking for advice. As I talked to the owner, another biker came in the door. The owner points and said: "That's who you need to talk to."

I introduced myself and proceeded to explain my troubles. Unknowingly to me, he was president of the local 1%-ers. We became friends and he was soon helping me build my first Harley.

It had a suicide clutch and jock-shift. We got her going and rode a few short rides.

My new friend invited me and my girlfriend on a weekend run. We were on our way and were stopped at a red light. She shifted her weight. I lost balance and my foot came off the clutch. Rear tire barked and we shot through the light. Traffic stopped and my new friends followed me through the red light right on my tail. I was man of the hour. They never knew the truth. -- Triple-e

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