This is my Uncle's sportster he had back in the day. This is a serious machine. So serious in fact the guy he sold it to ended up killing himself on it. As you can see, I didn't have to go far for my inspiration.
Another version with a psychedelic paintjob. The little honda behind it is pretty wild too.
Another version with a questionable paint job that was done by my ol'man hehe.
How you park in the sand pits in Laconia, NH.
And a bonus. My uncle 16 years old on the '46 Knuck my dad had. My dad actually bought this knuck completely stock from my uncle's father.
If the chopper gods reunited the fender with my gas tank, maybe they can reunite me with this bike? please? pleaaaaaase?