What made you choose your model over the other H-D models?
In all honesty, when we started building my bike, I wasn't going to be picky. I was just happy to be building a bike! My parents actually got the motor by trading their friend their old 1954 Chevy Truck for my panhead motor. I feel like when I say that, people assume I'm really spoiled (which... I guess I am, in a way). My Dad always said his goal was to build me a bike. He said he didn't have a lot to leave me with, but a bike was something he could do. Because money doesn't grow on trees at my house, it took us about 6.5 years to build my bike. I'm not complaining by any means. If anything, it made me appreciate it that much more.
Any modifications? Tell us about them if so:
Since we built it, pretty much everything can be considered a modification. I designed the king and queen style seat with Danny Grey, even had memory foam and gel put into it... worth every penny! The mustang tank, custom fender, and wishbone frame were painted by Chris Morrison, Richard LaPorte, and Dennis Babin. I wanted the bike to be period correct, so I tried to make design choices to reflect that, as well as South Bay Chopper history. The 13' over Fat's springer front end, "South Bay Swoop" style sissy bar, stainless steel auxiliary gas tank, and Dick Allen two-into-one exhaust are all elements of "old-school South Bay" choppers.
What has been you favorite adventure you have taken on your bike?
Last Summer, my parents and I took a 5,000 mile trip to Canada. We went up the coast from Torrance, CA up into Canada, down through Idaho, stopped by Sturgis, went all the way down to New Mexico, and back up to California. We had a few bike issues along the way, which just adds to the adventure. Riding old bikes means that break downs are inevitable. We come as prepared as possible and do our best to keep up on maintenance, but things shake loose and pieces wear down. Breaking down multiple times just reminded me how wonderful the Harley Davidson community truly is. Three different strangers invited us into their homes to work on the bikes. A tow truck driver, who happens to be Harley rider, gave us a ridiculous deal on the tow. One man in Montana let my dad borrow his bike while my dad's was taken apart. Another man let us borrow one of his tools and just asked that we mail it back to him once we get home. Phil and Lydia of Cycle Works in Lynwood, CA overnighted us a Shovelhead head to borrow so that we could make it home! And countless riders stopped on the side of the road to make sure we were okay. When I begin to lose faith in humanity, the motorcycle community is there to remind me that good people still exist!