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Thanks for sharing the story and the pictures.Agree. I always disliked going into the dealers, too many wanna be bad guys hanging around and posing. All my bikes, except the last one, were bought from other riders or smaller shops that were in the life. That was one thing about my Dad that drew other guys to him and his bunch, he was a straight up biker and a good family man. No BS about him at all, and no posing. He liked to say, when he was trying to be funny, "I'm like Popeye, I yam what I yam." If ya didn't care for him, that was okay. He didn't hold it against you. But, if you were friends and you fucked him over....you had better be planning a one way trip to the other side of the Moon. Those men I grew up around were the best guys I ever knew. They had to be, for my Dad to let them influence his 5 boys and one daughter. Solid citizens.
My Dad, Carl, circa 1950..on one of his many Harley's. Think it was a 1950-51 Hydra-Glide panhead...74ci
View attachment 851001View attachment 851017This the house I grew up in, although it looked nothing like this then...lol.
I figured you had a good dad by the way you seem to have turned out.