Awesome Stuff! I remember when I had hair that long... Waaaay cool back then. LOL!
Yes I did also extended the banana seat bar to make it look like a long back rest. I swear if I knew what the record was for the longest wheelie, I could have broken it. LOLdid anyone else extend their front ends with pipe or forks off another bike to make a chopper? They were big on Long Island in the late 60's early 70's. Also baseball cards in the spokes vroom vroom
I was a chopper crazy kid in the late 60's, spending the summer with cousins in a Northern California lakeside resort town frequented by the Red & White choppers thundering through, and man, I had to have one. I cut off some 10 speeds forks - they were longer, you know - and 'compression welded' them (aka beat them on real good) over my stingray forks with a big hammer. The rake was bitchin and everybody stared when I rode my fine machine past. I was cool. Well right up until my flat-top wearing dad showed up and had a fit about how I was gonna get killed when those forks fell off, blah blah you're grounded, etc.. Then he tried to take them off, of course they wouldn't budge, the situation escalated to Coors fueled brute force, vise grips and hammers, but ultimately the hacksaw prevailed and my chopper days were over.wow that brings back some memories...
did anyone else extend their front ends with pipe or forks off another bike to make a chopper? They were big on Long Island in the late 60's early 70's. Also baseball cards in the spokes vroom vroom
Too funny, I was riding a friends "chopper", pulled a wheelie and the next thing that I remembered was waking up on his couch with his mom standing over me fanning me.I was a chopper crazy kid in the late 60's, spending the summer with cousins in a Northern California lakeside resort town frequented by the Red & White choppers thundering through, and man, I had to have one. I cut off some 10 speeds forks - they were longer, you know - and 'compression welded' them (aka beat them on real good) over my stingray forks with a big hammer. The rake was bitchin and everybody stared when I rode my fine machine past. I was cool. Well right up until my flat-top wearing dad showed up and had a fit about how I was gonna get killed when those forks fell off, blah blah you're grounded, etc.. Then he tried to take them off, of course they wouldn't budge, the situation escalated to Coors fueled brute force, vise grips and hammers, but ultimately the hacksaw prevailed and my chopper days were over.
A couple years ago we bought one of those fat tire bikes for a pit bike, so of course I tuned it up with playing card spoke 'motors'. It fit right in with the IHRA NFC traveling circus atmosphere.
......'mom standing over me fanning me' .....i have this mental image..... there's a really great joke where the punchline is 'that's how you wave the towel', but i digressToo funny, I was riding a friends "chopper", pulled a wheelie and the next thing that I remembered was waking up on his couch with his mom standing over me fanning me.