New knee Harley. My 1972 all white (dirty) sportster would fight back and snap back on me. Think about Irish leg against a combustion engine… not pretty when it kicks back halfway down and bang your ankle is now in your knee, etc. At times I would park on top of a hill when I could find one, and my date would say, “why are you parking your motorcycle over here and not on the sidewalk?” …. “It’s a chopper baby!“. Bahahaha. Before you cancel me… from Pulp Fiction, “who’s motorcycle!? It’s a chopper baby…. “ Quentin Tarantino had vast knowledge! #HarleyDavidson #Shovelhead #Chopper #VintageMotorcycle #BikerLife