Resurrection of a '99 Sportster
I like motorcycles, fast ones, slow ones, big ones and little ones, I like 'em all. This story is about a 1999 Harley Davidson Sportster 1200C.So, I buy the bike below from a really good friend of mine (he's a righteous brother we'll call Mark) that crashed it, literally, 10 times. I'd put it back together for him after each crash (most of his wrecks were minor), but, when he laid it down for the 10th time, I told him I wasn't going to fix it again!!!
Mark sticks the wreck in my garage for about six months, perhaps, thinking I'll change my mind, but, I don't - so he goes out and buys another Harley (A sweet Fatboy, but, that's a whole different story)...
Anyway, the bike sits in my garage untouched until Mark offers to sell me the bike for a ridiculous price that I can't say no to. So, I break down and buy the piece-o-crap. The bike stays in my garage, as is, for the entire summer because it's way too hot in Corona to work on this thing.
The weekend before Thanksgiving I go out to the garage to access the damage and start rebuilding...After ripping off everything that couldn't be salvaged and adding the handle bars from the chopper in the background, a straight swing arm and the thunder header 2 in 1 exhaust (got that for $100.00), I ended up with this thing here:
Throw the tank and tire back on:
I figured out that the front end needs to be replaced no matter how many times I pound it with a hammer, so, I pull the front end off of the chopper and stick it on the sporty, poor chopper :o(
The tripple trees off the chopper are 12" wide which beef up the front end quite a bit compared to the 7.5" Sportster trees.
Okay, things are looking much better now. Just gotta figure out the wiring and get this beast fired up!
Hmm, not too bad, just needed to replace a couple of wiring harnesses, an ignition coil and buy a new battery, and, Viola! (had another brother, we'll call him Pat, help out with the carb).
I've got a really ugly seat for this thing and it actually takes away from the beauty before you, so, I'm not going to put it on the bike. I'd rather sit on a folded towel!
And, here's what I ended up with after many trips to swap meets, mototcycle junk yards, Negotiable Parts, Bikers Alley and a couple good finds at the local bar.
