Thursday, April 8, 2010
Someone else's Pan
I feel obligated to post something of substance. Plus, the silence is killing me. This isn't my bike. I don't know whose bike this is, and I can't remember where I swiped the photo. All I know about the photo is that it's a pretty close match to one that's taken up space in my head for about three decades.
Step back to 1980 or so. I was 10 or 11 and stuck in the kiddie ward at Lowell General Hospital. I had just been diagnosed with diabetes, but I was too young to appreciate what that meant. What mattered was that I was stuck in the hospital with nothing to do.
Some family friend or neighbor must have known about my propensity for all things greasy, and brought me a stack of car and bike magazines. One of them was some chopper magazine, but I don't remember its title. There was this very basic chopper featured that had me transfixed for days and days, though I didn't know anything about Harleys - stock or otherwise. It was a lot more fun to stare at an article for days than to look around a hospital floor. I remember the layout of the article.
The bike from three decades ago had a solid black tank and non-sprung seat. Besides that, it's pretty much a dead ringer.