Maybe I'm a sucker for abuse or derision, perhaps I'm just self possessed and arrogant, or is it that I'm comfortable with my decisions and confident in my own pre-existing design ethic, fuck, I don't know for sure but it's how I am . . . . I never envisioned owning a product of the MoCo, let alone a model that I knew from the get go would have the living piss taken out of it by the serious, lifelong devotees of the marque and detractors, I mean, fuck, I'd put shit on me, fad jumper, scenester, hipster . . . . sorry dudes, but I know my heritage and so do those around me who have known me the last, oh, I don't know, thirty fuckin years and more !!!
Pardon the covering of old ground to the few who have been checkin my stuff since the inception, I'd been deliberating over a new scoot for a couple of years, and I mean 'new', I didn't want any drama, unexpected or expected mid journey failures . . . . it had to be reliable on a daily basis for work use and ready to rock and roll for everything else above and beyond that, terminal roadside trauma I didn't need, sorry, the memories of old Meridan like malfunctions had lost their allure, you gotta get to the gig if you're gonna move the booze.
So . . . . I committed to buyin the Skirtster, figured what damage I was gonna inflict upon the pretty lame stock standard "factory custom look" to make it mine three months prior to its arrival, and live the Harley dream, [ha ha ha] which was always going to involve entirely non factory parts and absolutely no factory merchandise, I was buying a bike, not a new lifestyle . . . . anyway, over a year and a half of ownership I don't regret for a minute purchasing what is now the "Purple Penis", it does its job perfectly and without complaint, all the mods have been based pretty much on function and enhanced performance and she's done, end of story . . . . almost.
The plan was always to get me a slice of genuine used Bar and Shield action, which, after much searching, went down just before Christmas, and now that I have most of the parts assembled it's a matter of putting together my own, legitimate 'custom' hoggly chop . . . . having only ever owned and ridden Triumphs, that's gonna be a brand new thrill and one that I'm totally stoked to be embarking on, as much as I love the penis machine, there is nothing like an old, used and loved bike, nothing !!
Project Shoveller, which I will finally be posting shots of next week, at last, will give me ample opportunity to enjoy the delights of unforseen moments of roadside solitude, sudden and unexpected financial hemorrhaging from the arse and all the other wonderful joys that only owning and riding silly old motorcycles can provide . . . . sadly, given that my recently discovered spanner genius has closed doors and is now working 'for' someone, I might just have to locate me a new guru to do the hardcore engineering and build essentials that my mediocre mechanical skill set has no real chance of completing to the level I want . . . . . . . now, there's a bloke in Braidwood who is perfect for the job, just have to convince him to take it on . . . . cheers folks, shiny side skywards.