Curley's FL 1985 Bobber

Curley's FL 1985. I love this bike, its just so fuck you. It gets so much attention, much more than other chops and bobbers, you could park this next to a lovely Pan bobber and people would walk straight past the Pan to look at this, and then they say, "What the fuck is it?", as if its an alien or a mangled lump of ectoplasmic meteoroid metal just landed from planet Zarg. Curley bought this bike over 15 years ago in standard trim and we all said how ugly and what a piece of s"&t it was and have you gone mad, not to his face of course, we were all bitchin behind his back. But over the years in various metamorphisms its evolved into my favourite bike of all time, well for now anyway. And whats really cool is its done with a Harley that no one wants, with parts that are cheap and nothing on this bike is sort after or vaguely even desirable, (maybe the bird catcher) I mean that frame, if I had one, I think I would of scraped it, its the worst Harley frame they ever made, of course you can't see the true horifficness of it, as its been tweaked here and there in very subtle and perswaysive ways but I can tell you it was truly ugly. And all that sickness and infestation of rot and utter desolation of care, if this bike was an animal you'd call the RSPCA or just kill it and stop the misery, its like one of those farmer cases where they find loads of half dead livestock, and some dead ones too, and all the animals are emaciated, diseased and infested and you think, eerrr how fucking sick are they to do this to an animal. Well that about sums up this bike nicely. Fuck, I think I might have gone off on a tangent there, do forgive me, 

Here is a list of standard stuff on this bike: Frame, Whole front end, Wheels, Rear end, in fact nearly bloody everything, makes you wonder why the rest of us have spend mortgages or   got divorced to build a bike. I just spent nearly 3 times as much on the Meat (see older blog) and I'm not sure why, fuck, in fact I might throw all my Harley catalogues in the bin! And get a really ugly Twin Cam and leave it in the sea for a few years and then put it in a Romanian orphanage until it grows up and hey presto, I'll have a cool, hard as fuck bike, I hope, maybe, er well, I might do, Santa is real, isn't he? Am I going off again? Fool!

I love these sick yokes!

 

Give me a blow back on that mate.