Hey bro's and sis's,
Project Bobber is not over, nor have I forgotten about it or you guys out there reading it. It's just getting really close to where my sweetheart is going to retire from working and we'll finally get our old asses down to FL and our home full time.
So right now what's going down is a massive pre-pack by me alone. I'm really trying to organize what we take with us or more accurately we're going to sell allot of out current furniture and belongings in yard sales when we get there so I'm sorting stuff and boxing it accordingly so when we get there we'll know exactly what we're keeping and what gets sold.
We're moving from a 4 bedroom over 2500 square foot situation into a (pre-renovation) 800 square foot situation. When we get the new master bathroom addition done and the 4 seasons room on the back of the house we'll be back up to around 2100 square feet. But for now we down size.
Anyhow, we're going to rent to purchase a shipping container that we'll put on the back end of the property where no one will see it Already told Suz I will Mural it with my airbrushes to make it blend into the FL jungles. That where we'll store the extra stuff we can't fit in the house.
When the garage is built it will be strictly my bike shop. I plan on building one custom a year, to sell to some lucky American biker to supplement my meager SS. Up above the Man cave will be the Man lounge.
You know how divorces can go ugly right? First wife was a loose Goose (best way I can put it) any way I should never have invested 15 years in her I was always drunk though and when your drunk a horses ass looks good. (actually looks better than her) I tried to be amicable, and she apparently wanted to be the same but little did I know she had been seeing some frikin fruit cake for weeks before I told her I couldn't stand her anymore and wanted out. He, if he's a he, to me he was a weasel. I should have popped him in the mouth out of principal but I thought it was a far better thing I was doing to him by giving him the X.
Well she was acting all amicable at first then calls me up, tells me I have to come get my shit on Saturday or its on the sidewalk. When I got there on Saturday all my shit was already on the sidewalk with exception to all my expensive tools, compressors, air cleaners, and bike repair stuff . They cleaned me out. Aww well tough lesson learned.
My current wife of 13 years is my soul mate and I appear to be hers. So all is good anyways, I gotta buy all my tools all over again several thousands of dollars worth of stuff. Which is why I'm also waiting until we get to FL, why lug it from TX to there right?
So, when we get there and settle in, Project Bobber will commence. So hang in till then Bros.
My Main Ride
Started off on a Sporty 28 years ago, I think that makes that motor a vintage Evolution. Crazy huh? Back then the Evolution Sporty was only 1 year old and had just taken over from the Iron head sporty. 1986 the first Sporty Evo's appear and 1985 for the first big twin Evo's..
I had gone to Harley School to become a tech and I know it was a long time ago because we worked on Panheads, Iron Sporties, the 66-69' Pan-Shovel and the Shovelhead. There wasn't one Evo in class yet lol.
You know your old when you know what points are or a Magneto (no not an X-men) is or if ya ever hand tuned your linkert or S&S carb before.
Anyway, I finally gave in to comfort and got me a 2006 FLHRCI you see here, brand new which I just paid off actually. She's my main squeeze now. Our biggest ride together so far was the 1100 miles from Phoenix, AZ to Euless, TX and boy was that an adventure, she and I both got battle scars from that one. It's not bad enough that illegal aliens do not respect the immigration laws but they also do not hold driving laws in high regard as well. Me and "baby" got rear-ended on the way to TX. Almost killed me, and she got a banged up skirt.But I hung onto her and she never fell over, the cop and fire fighters right there when it happened couldn't believe it. Anyway enough of my adventures.
Thanks to Sierra Vista H-D for patching me up and getting me on the road so quick so I could get home and to Adam's H-D in TX for patching up baby to better than new condition. And to Bedford Back & Neck for kinda patching me up.
I still have a soft spot for that first Sporty though and still own it as well and that's why this page exists. Call it a second chance on life for an old EVO engine. She deserves it.