Dad's 87 FLST
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He had other bikes before and after but this one always stuck around. He would let me ride it up and down our dead end street. I remember dreaming of the day I would actually get to run with the big dogs. At 17 he decided I was ready so I rode with a group from Colorado to Montana. I had never rode in a group prior to this. We weren't 3 miles from the house before I got too far behind and he's swerving and waiving his arms like a mad man for me to hold a position in the lane just behind him. We met up with a few more bikes and I learned quickly. I went to Sturgis the next two summers and that was the end of my motorcycle riding days. The deal was he would give me the bike if I were to graduate college.. I never did. My parents divorced in 05 and he decided it was time to sell the bike. He gave me the first opportunity to purchase it and I jumped on it. Took the bike home and realized I had no money. I contemplated offering him $20 a month but I didn't feel that was the right thing to considering the circumstances at the time so I returned it and he sold it. Thankfully he sold it to a very good friend of his. Every time I saw him I'd ask if he was taking care of "MY" bike. He'd laugh and tell me she's in good hands..
My dad passed away Labor Day weekend of 2018. There were several bikes at his service but most importantly this old girl was there. I hadn't seen it since he sold it but aside from the wears and tears of service she looked exactly the same. Once again I was given the opportunity to buy it and it this stage in my life I was actually able to make it happen.
But the guys look the same...
You are the spitting image of your dad, wow...
Great bike, enjoy it (I`ve had an `89 FLSTC since new).
Always good to get another Evo owner here on the forum, welcome!
Last edited by Dan89FLSTC; Oct 12, 2021 at 06:15 PM.
He had other bikes before and after but this one always stuck around. He would let me ride it up and down our dead end street. I remember dreaming of the day I would actually get to run with the big dogs. At 17 he decided I was ready so I rode with a group from Colorado to Montana. I had never rode in a group prior to this. We weren't 3 miles from the house before I got too far behind and he's swerving and waiving his arms like a mad man for me to hold a position in the lane just behind him. We met up with a few more bikes and I learned quickly. I went to Sturgis the next two summers and that was the end of my motorcycle riding days. The deal was he would give me the bike if I were to graduate college.. I never did. My parents divorced in 05 and he decided it was time to sell the bike. He gave me the first opportunity to purchase it and I jumped on it. Took the bike home and realized I had no money. I contemplated offering him $20 a month but I didn't feel that was the right thing to considering the circumstances at the time so I returned it and he sold it. Thankfully he sold it to a very good friend of his. Every time I saw him I'd ask if he was taking care of "MY" bike. He'd laugh and tell me she's in good hands..
My dad passed away Labor Day weekend of 2018. There were several bikes at his service but most importantly this old girl was there. I hadn't seen it since he sold it but aside from the wears and tears of service she looked exactly the same. Once again I was given the opportunity to buy it and it this stage in my life I was actually able to make it happen.
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