Hi All:
So a few weeks ago, my best friend since middle school got badly hurt. He was a good Oklahoma country boy that had a great career. So he decides to leave that behind and become an OKC cop. One night he was having a beer with his dad, and a fight broke out. The bartender knew he was a cop, and asked if he could help get the fight outside. So he did. In the process, a fucking white trash douchebag picked him up and slammed in on his head--immediately breaking all the vertebrae in his neck and putting him in a coma. Well, we all know what happens when you break your neck that badly.
I'm donating the original white CL350 cafe racer to his trust. We'll sell raffle 40 raffle tickets at $100 per at a fund raising event next month. I have to check with the trust's accountant, but I may be able to sell tickets online if anyone is interested. This means two things: 1.) I won't be making MotoFiaccone parts anymore and 2.) I have spare room in the garage.
I wanted a new bike with fuel injection that is dead reliable. I wanted to be able to take longer bike trips with my dad, who is a HUGE Harley fan (I think he has two or three right now). So yesterday, I bit the bullet and bought an 09 Iron 883, and I fucking love it! I love how smooth it is; I love the ride; I love how comfortable it is; I love how it feels SO much lighter than it is. And I love that I can push a button and know it will start--which takes some getting used to.
I Still have the RD400, whose engine is being rebuilt. I still have the dirtbike, which is keeping me entertained. But I now also have a daily rider. So I'm well happy.
--Chris
So a few weeks ago, my best friend since middle school got badly hurt. He was a good Oklahoma country boy that had a great career. So he decides to leave that behind and become an OKC cop. One night he was having a beer with his dad, and a fight broke out. The bartender knew he was a cop, and asked if he could help get the fight outside. So he did. In the process, a fucking white trash douchebag picked him up and slammed in on his head--immediately breaking all the vertebrae in his neck and putting him in a coma. Well, we all know what happens when you break your neck that badly.
I'm donating the original white CL350 cafe racer to his trust. We'll sell raffle 40 raffle tickets at $100 per at a fund raising event next month. I have to check with the trust's accountant, but I may be able to sell tickets online if anyone is interested. This means two things: 1.) I won't be making MotoFiaccone parts anymore and 2.) I have spare room in the garage.
I wanted a new bike with fuel injection that is dead reliable. I wanted to be able to take longer bike trips with my dad, who is a HUGE Harley fan (I think he has two or three right now). So yesterday, I bit the bullet and bought an 09 Iron 883, and I fucking love it! I love how smooth it is; I love the ride; I love how comfortable it is; I love how it feels SO much lighter than it is. And I love that I can push a button and know it will start--which takes some getting used to.
I Still have the RD400, whose engine is being rebuilt. I still have the dirtbike, which is keeping me entertained. But I now also have a daily rider. So I'm well happy.
--Chris