The 2016 Distinguished Gentlemanās Ride in St. Louis had a great turnout of riders. Lotās of cafe bikes and vintage standards to get excited over. But one bike in particularly caught everyoneās attention ~ Chris Gās 1976 Harley-Davidson Ironhead.
I canāt remember what caught my eye first, Chris or his bike. Heās a big dude and would stand out in a crowd on a regular day. But at the DGR he chose to get dapper in red velour pants and a vest. And when big dudeās wear red pants, ride custom-vintage Harleyās with turquoise paint and the fleur-de-lis crested on the tank - well, theyāre kind of hard to miss.
Can you pick Chris out of the line up?
Fortune Teller Bar, Cherokee Street, St. Louis, Missouri
I didnāt really talk to Chris much that day about his bike or where the hell he sourced his pants. But since that ride, many of the guys, including Chris and myself, have joined The Toasted Reviolis Motorcycle Club (more on the T-Revs some other time), which allowed me to catch up with him about this great bike.
Below is a post from Chris about how this bike came to be. And if you catch a āuā where you think itās not suppose to be, thatās Kingās English and you better get with the program.
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I had an idea !!
I could see the result in my mindās eye as clear as if it were sitting there right in front of me ā the overall look, the shape, the balance, the flow from front to rear, the colour ā yes the colour was critical ā it had to capture the spirit of my heartās desire⦠the details started to emerge, the larger wheel to the front, a brown sprung seat and oh and it simply had to be a springer⦠something I had wanted on a bike of my own since I first saw one at 12 years old on the ferry from England to the Isle of Man to watch the TT with my father in 1982.
It all seemed so simple. All I had to do was keep on imagining and without doubt it would just come together right? Only there was a problem. Actually, there were several problems. The first being, I had never ābuiltā a bike before. Sure, I had tinkered and tuned and switched parts and done most things the average petrol head (I do not apologise for the liberal sprinkling of Anglicismās that have occurred and may follow) had undertaken ā I had sprayed many a can of paint liberally over a variety of articles but this was different, right? I mean this was to be something completely special.
The next problem was more straight forward to deal with mentally. The concept of dealing with a lack of skill and expertise was particularly daunting however the lack of a bike to actually start, well if anything, it kept me from having to worry about problem one ā no bike, no problem⦠phew, what a relief.
But then it happened. My greatest dream and worst nightmare rolled in to one. My best friend, an awesome dude and an owner of many rides, hit a bump in the road. More metaphorical than literal thankfully. He had issues that needed resolving and the purchase of his beloved 1976 1000cc 4 speed Harley Sportster bolt on hardtail half chopped and looking cool as you like already, well, it was the least I could do to help. And now I had no choice ā well I did, I could leave it just like it was ā high rise bars, chunky single seat, classic black and glittery orange tank and awesome pipes stretching out the back,swept up just behind the home made sissy bar that rose to a peak culminating in a fleur-de-lis of epic proportions and solidity. I mean it looked great ā especially to him.
And therein lies the rub. It was his idea of cool. It was his idea of what a motorcycle should look like. It was his baby ā each bracket, nut and bolt was attached or tightened by him. He knew it inside out. What to do when this wouldnāt turn, when that wouldnāt work or what needed tightening every ride vās
every second ride (it was a ā76 Harley after all). Yes, I could have learned all those things either over time or quite quickly by asking the questions but ultimately, they would all have been his things, not my things. Things he already knew about⦠some he had caused during the build, others he had just to wait
and see about⦠but all his things. It almost felt like stepping in to someone else dream. It wasnāt my dream ā I simply had to do this. Stand up. Be a man (or woman ā after all, anyone can do this). Take a leap of faith. If not believe in myself then believe in the outcome. And so I began !!!
In writing this I had a choice. I could delve in to every nut and bolt, every cut, saw or grind mark. Each snip and spark. But that is not what this was about (plus I can save that for another day ā they count the words when you write these things you know ā you have to save some for later). I had one reason for
pulling together this barely lucid personal diatribe. You see there is kind of a point to this. And that is, if I can do this then you can do this. It sounds a little contrite, but damn it, it is true.
I should qualify this a little. And this may sound like I am a little over qualified in some respects⦠a Bachelorās degree and a Masterās degree in Engineering for starters. But the realities of these are that knowing that āIn any cyclic process the entropy will either increase or remain the sameā and that āheat is a form of energy, and thermodynamic processes are therefore subject to the principle of conservation of energy and therefore that heat energy cannot be created or destroyedā has much more chance of leading to a weld that looks like something deposited by the rats of the sky (pigeons to you and I) on the pavement ā ok I give in ā sidewalk.
Because hereās the thing. You learn. You learn so much and in such a short time that you WILL surprise yourself. You learn in so many ways too. You learn practical skills. I learned to paint, I learned to weld (a little better), I learned how to wire a bike from scratch, I learned what works and just as importantly, I learned what did not. I learned much more though. I learned if I try I may fail. I may fail again. But if I am determined I will succeed. I am proud of myself. And I achieved. Itās not perfect. Itās not perfect by any stretch of the imagination. But itās my ānot perfectā. They are my nuts to tighten. They are my leaks to watch out for every ride or every second ride. I know I have to check the steering regularly (thatās a new thing āIā built in to this machine ā before I switched to the springer it was fine !!). Iām the only one that knows the paint on one side of the tank is different than the paint on the other. But none of these things matter. They are all mine and I wouldnāt have it any other way.
So, gentlefolk. I implore you. See your dream. Feel that dream. Build that dream and best of allā¦. Live that dream !!!
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Chris G. is a great dude. And if you see him out and about, ripping through your neighboāuārhood, sporting a T-REVS MC shirt and a pair of red velour pants, make sure you check this bike out. Thanks Chris for the awesome post!