That is one sweet Sportster, Matt.
I've had a soft spot for those old Iron Head XLs since the summer of 1970, when a friend who had a 1969 electric start XLH and I, riding my 1966 650 BSA Lightning, rode up to Yosemite National Park to party with a whole bunch of people there for a week.
Yep! At the time, the TV program "Then Came Bronson" had a whole lot of my friends wanting Sportsters, and I had to admit they looked awfully good to me too.
I'll never forget arriving at dusk at this little town called Fish Camp, which is at the southern entrance to the Park. We decided to camp there for the night and hit Yosemite Valley the next morning.
After we rolled up our sleeping bags and bungeed them to our bikes early the next day, and just before I gave my Beezer a kick to get her running, I looked over and watched as my friend put his key in his Sportster's ignition, pulled the choke out, and then hit that rare(for the time anyway) starter button on his handlebars. What a sweet sound that starter whine, and then that stacato "potato-potato-potato" was.
(epilogue: ran into the guy about 6 months later...his beautiful AMF Sportster had thrown a rod...he wasn't too happy about it, to say the least)
Last edited by Dwight; 12/27/2007 1:25 AM.
