When I was 12 years old the first Harley I can remember was my dad's 1953 FL

Dad said if I could start it I could ride it.....

I grabbed a full spark advance and full throttle..... I locked my leg and KICKED.  I landed 5 feet in front of the bike wondering what the hell hit me.

That Bike  had a soft spot in my heart.

In November we found a 53 Pan in a salvage yard and got it back to Arizona

Here we go again

"53"

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