April 21, 2008 on 6:21 pm | In Harley-Davidson, Health, Uncategorized | Comments Off on HeartBreak

I spent fifteen years and over fifteen thousand dollars building, from the ground up, my 1959 Harley Panhead. With a 57 straight leg frame frame, roller top tranny with a hand-jammer and a wide glide front end, she was one sweet momma, to say the least. But here comes the heart-breaker. Due to an illness that completely overwhelmed me and the treatment for it that totally wore me down, I got a little behind on our mortgage. In order to stay afloat it became necessary for me to find some serious cash, and fast, to pay off our climbing debt. So, as difficult as it was to let go, I sold my darling Pan to a friend. And it was a sacrifice too, and although he paid me enough to keep us afloat for awhile longer, it barely covered the cost of the motor itself! This was not the first time I had to give up one of my sleds to make ends meet and keep a roof over our heads and food on the table either. Therein lies the heartbreak, you can never recover from such a loss as the loss of your ride when your soul itself is comforted and calmed by your ride, and nothing else can ever take the place of what makes you who you are. But I do have a safety net, my old rat bike! She’s not much to look at but she sure grabs a bit of attention wherever we go. Then again it could just be me. After all, I am Poet!

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