When I was a kid, my Dad bought a used Harley. I'll never forget the day the guy came to drop it off at the house. The thing didn't run anymore and the paint job had seen better days, but it was still magnificent. In was a 1971 XLCH Ironhead, and I couldn't wait to sit on the thing - even if it didn't run. We spent the next six months puttering about on it before we were finally able to crank it over.
Part of the problem with the Ironhead was that the previous owner had let it sit for about five years, forlorn in a storage locker. The first thing to do, my old man decided, was to tear the whole thing down and examine each bit and piece independently. We started with the basics: new plugs, new fuel line, filter and air filter. Since there wasn't much of a market for new motorcycle parts we had to check out various shops for used motorcycle parts, which resulted in a lot of oohing and ahhing over the shiny new motorcycles sitting in display windows.
Part of the problem with the Ironhead was that the previous owner had let it sit for about five years, forlorn in a storage locker. The first thing to do, my old man decided, was to tear the whole thing down and examine each bit and piece independently. We started with the basics: new plugs, new fuel line, filter and air filter. Since there wasn't much of a market for new motorcycle parts we had to check out various shops for used motorcycle parts, which resulted in a lot of oohing and ahhing over the shiny new motorcycles sitting in display windows.
