Back in July, I was barreling down 176 out in Cleveland with the wife on back of my 72 Ironhead, when with one hell of a clatter," CLACK " and boom my rear wheel locks up.....Damn primary chain blew apart my cases and locked it all up. I felt it and tried to maintain a straight line until the bike could slow, but it just never slowed with all that oil on my tire. Coming upon a turn I had to go with it. I was surrounded by cages. When we hit that turn we were still flying along at 65, so I tried my best to handle her as she did that toxic dance of throwing the rear end back and forth. Musta done that for close to500 feet before3 finally laying her down. My brand new forward controls saved our legs. The ol' lady rode it down like a champ. She stayed right with me, and walked away with some road rash in all the right places.
Im nearly finished with the rebuild, and hope to be back out there before too long.