I never understood ape hangers myself. I guess looking cool was
preferable to not having blood going to your fingers.
I did hear a line about those teardrop gas tanks that only hold a
gallon or two and the little seats.
"After you ride very far on that hard tail with the pea pod seat, you
are going to want to get off anyway"
Most of those choppers were for looking at on M street, Not riding.
Some of the best motorcycle deals we ever had was uncustomizing
motorcycles. Andrew Jackson out in Forestville had a 3 story house
packed with Harley parts. He would gladly swap up stock parts for the
matching custom part. Then he would sell them to the next guy with a
vision and take back his stock parts for a pittance, sometimes free.
Rinse repeat.
That was the XLH I had. Some guy had "customized" it then he "fixed"
in and ended up with something we had to push up on the truck. He was
out in Potomac and his parents filled the truck with all the spare
parts he had laying around.
They were still ****ed about the quart of dirty Harley "105" he had
dumped on their pretty "real brick" paver driveway. (then tracked it
around)
We actually got Andrew to go in his pocket for some of those parts, a
rare occurrence indeed.
The funniest thing about it was my buddy out in Rockville was telling
me about the S&S carb he scored from Andrew. He said Andrew told him
it was jetted for a Sportster but when he checked, it had FL jets in
it. I asked him if there was a small scratch right above the logo on
the air cleaner. His answer explained why that "customized" XL
wouldn't run for ****. It was the same carb I swapped even up for the
stock Bendix.
Once I got the stock carb on it and replaced the top hat bushings the
guy lost when he took the transmission apart, that thing ran like a
top. I rode it all summer, until someone made me an offer I couldn't
refuse. By then it was back to being a bone stock Sportster again.
When California passed a law that the handgrips on a motorcycle could not
be above your head, only guy I knew who could still ride an ape hanger bike
was Skip, who I worked with. 6’6”.