1992 flhs
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From: Upper Bucks County, PA
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Good thing u passed on that Brett. I just got a 1989 FLHS w 25555 miles Crome in excellent shape w hard bags n a tour pak, thankful to say I only paid 5000$ :-)>
keep looking there are plenty of deals coming, the season is about over soon here in PA
keep looking there are plenty of deals coming, the season is about over soon here in PA
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I agree. As the riding season comes to a close I believe the deals could get better.
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The bike has a new home! As usual(for me) an unusual story to go with it. I bought it from the original owner who recently retired to northern Idaho.
Somewhat back country, heavily timbered, mountainous region. Not many residences. Four miles off pavement. He trailers his bike(s) to the pavement. I got directions that were by landmarks and distances. As in "turn right at the gas station, go 4 miles on the pavement, turn right 1/4 mile past state line sign onto dirt road, etc." I had to cross an old covered bridge with a heavy truck/cabover camper. He emphasized that I stay left. Do not go right to the other house/cabin. I discovered why.
After loading the bike onto my trailer and heading back to the pavement, I was stopped by a "neighbor" before the covered bridge where he had been fishing. He nonchalantly had his fishing partners walk through the covered bridge blocking my passage. So he had time to climb out of the creek bottom and approach my truck. He got about 8 feet away, switched his fishing pole from right to left hand. At this point I spotted a holstered pistol on his right hip. At this point my usually ultra friendly lab attempted to climb over me and exit the open window at him, barking and snarling, with the hair on the back of his neck standing up. After I got my lab into the back seat and the window raised up over half way. The "neighbor" then proceeded with a law enforcement type interrogation, mixing it with small talk.
At this point my adrenaline was screaming through my system. To the point my words were slurred. My focus was his right arm/hand and holstered sidearm. Thinking back, everything else was out of focus. What went through my mind as I answered questions, was how I was going to retrieve my 45 from under the seat? Meanwhile my wife over on the passenger side was dealing with a lab and a yapping miniature pincher.
The conversation ended flatly and I drove off through the barely big enough covered bridge. Uncomfortable is the only word I could describe this as. My stomach doing flip flops all the way back to the pavement. Which is when I finally was able to mellow out a bit.
I called the guy I bought the bike from today to let him know I made it home without incident(950 miles round trip). I also talked about his "interesting" neighbor. It turns out his neighbor is only at his cabin a few times a year and has had many break ins with thievery. I did mention there was almost a shootout at the ok corral. My pistol would've appeared if he'd motioned towards his. He chuckled and said he was glad that didn't happen. His neighbors demeanor was strange/bad. Understandably so, but his game plan of blocking my passage and interrogating me was not too bright. My dog has never come unglued like that on another human.
Whew, that was a bit longer than I intended.
A bonding experience getting my new to me HD FLHS. I also need a cross draw holster to use while driving.
Brett in Boise
Somewhat back country, heavily timbered, mountainous region. Not many residences. Four miles off pavement. He trailers his bike(s) to the pavement. I got directions that were by landmarks and distances. As in "turn right at the gas station, go 4 miles on the pavement, turn right 1/4 mile past state line sign onto dirt road, etc." I had to cross an old covered bridge with a heavy truck/cabover camper. He emphasized that I stay left. Do not go right to the other house/cabin. I discovered why.
After loading the bike onto my trailer and heading back to the pavement, I was stopped by a "neighbor" before the covered bridge where he had been fishing. He nonchalantly had his fishing partners walk through the covered bridge blocking my passage. So he had time to climb out of the creek bottom and approach my truck. He got about 8 feet away, switched his fishing pole from right to left hand. At this point I spotted a holstered pistol on his right hip. At this point my usually ultra friendly lab attempted to climb over me and exit the open window at him, barking and snarling, with the hair on the back of his neck standing up. After I got my lab into the back seat and the window raised up over half way. The "neighbor" then proceeded with a law enforcement type interrogation, mixing it with small talk.
At this point my adrenaline was screaming through my system. To the point my words were slurred. My focus was his right arm/hand and holstered sidearm. Thinking back, everything else was out of focus. What went through my mind as I answered questions, was how I was going to retrieve my 45 from under the seat? Meanwhile my wife over on the passenger side was dealing with a lab and a yapping miniature pincher.
The conversation ended flatly and I drove off through the barely big enough covered bridge. Uncomfortable is the only word I could describe this as. My stomach doing flip flops all the way back to the pavement. Which is when I finally was able to mellow out a bit.
I called the guy I bought the bike from today to let him know I made it home without incident(950 miles round trip). I also talked about his "interesting" neighbor. It turns out his neighbor is only at his cabin a few times a year and has had many break ins with thievery. I did mention there was almost a shootout at the ok corral. My pistol would've appeared if he'd motioned towards his. He chuckled and said he was glad that didn't happen. His neighbors demeanor was strange/bad. Understandably so, but his game plan of blocking my passage and interrogating me was not too bright. My dog has never come unglued like that on another human.
Whew, that was a bit longer than I intended.
A bonding experience getting my new to me HD FLHS. I also need a cross draw holster to use while driving.
Brett in Boise
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