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Originally Posted by LWJ
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Higgins,
I get the nobody can ride it thing! I have a friend with a 1950 Indian. We look back and forth and nobody wants to attempt to ride the damn thing!
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Yeah, boy, that is another level entirely. Foot clutch, tank shift - but different than on a Harley. On a Harley, it's "toe to go" - push down on the front pedal on the rocker assembly to engage the clutch. On an Indian, you push down on the back pedal. That, and some Indians had the throttle on the left grip.
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Originally Posted by LWJ
(Post 12365469)
Also, I did a quick search shopping for old Sporto's. You bike is that awesome!
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Hoo boy, there's an endeavor fraught with peril. The most unloved Harley of all time, and the most abused. Financially accessible to the lowest rung on the Harley enthusiast ladder, some real cave men who find amazingly "creative" solutions to their problems. Not that there aren't good ones out there, and they have not yet come up on the "collectors'" RADAR, so they are much more affordable than other classics with which they competed of similar vintage, like the Bonnevilles, Commandos, Gold Stars, etc.
Speaking of which, I used to ride quite a bit with a local vintage enthusiasts' club. Not "Harley guys" by any stretch, most rode old British "sporting" bikes of about the same vintage as my Sporty. None of them ever had a kind word for Harleys, but most of their ribbing was directed at the "Big Twins" - Panheads, Shovelheads, and maybe Knuckleheads. Us Ironhead Sportster guys had a saying, though - "I never wanted a Harley, but I always wanted a Sportster". Different machine entirely.
Different enough, actually, that my smart ass (and I mean that in the best spirit) British bike mounted antagonists had absolutely nothing for my Sportster. A well sorted, slightly hopped-up Ironhead like mine will absolutely run away and hide from the best the Brits ever had on offer. The disc brake on the front certainly helped, but many of their later bikes had them as well. It was simply no contest in a straight line, not even close.
In really tight twisties, things got a little more even, but all of the bikes from that era were cursed with "flexi-flyer" frames and noodly front forks. None of them were great, and the Sportster could at least hold its own with their best. Kind of a dead heat. But, well, once it was time to get on the throttle, they had no hope. Different league altogether.