I love sportsters, all of them. I have always wanted one and have been singing their praises in little company among my buds for years. Not too many people get it. Heck wit em. I use the word "brother" often. I have two by birth and many others by the connection that this life of cycling produces. Brother Kevin is one such production. He always kinda smiled when I talked about his sporty and was sure to mention that if he ever sold it I would get first crack which meant little to me because I could never just drop that money down knowing how sketchy work gets for me. Last week he offered it up. The deal was something like this. "Bro, I love ya and want you to have the bike. Pay me what you can, when you can. I am dropping it off at your house thursday night." Wow. Talk about restoring your faith in humanity. I just didn't think people did things like this anymore. Needless to say, she will undergo some "changes" but here ****** is, pre unbolting of the stuff that don't make it stop or go.
