For a year and a half I had a '66 sportster. Wicked bike.
I bought it for $500 used, from a guy raising cash. A good buddy wanted me to have a bike so we could ride together and he heard about this sale. We went to see the owner, he was about 18, I guess. They were sitting around listening to the Rolling Stones--that Octagonal shaped album and sniffing glue out of baggies. Come back tomorrow. Next day we go up there and I get on behind this guy. We drop over the hills that go down to the Ohio river bottoms on some back roads and come out to the 4 lane taking us back to his house. The grade on this road is steep, probably 100' in a mile. So, he assumes I want to go fast and pegs the throttle. I clamped my hands on to him, I wasn't going off the back alone. :lol: As we got to the top of the hill I finally adjusted enough to look over his shoulder at the spedometer bouncing between 110-120. We got back to his house and I counted out $500 for the title. Anyway, after 18 months I needed to trade cars and I sold it to a guy for $600. In between was fun but I'm done with that.
