74 Iron 1000cc

Most of my wheels had popped up for sale in front of me. This was one of them. A friend working at the same agency should start his own business and needed cash for new macs.

He told me he had an old bike in his mothers shed he never used or even put together. A few days later we stood outside his mothers place and he opened the small shed. 

We moved out some stuff and found it in the back. Front wheel was taken off to get in. It was an original Harley Davidson Sportster 1000cc 1974. Of course I bought it. 

We picked the parts out and moved them inside my van. As It been parked for many years I took it apart for a check before put everything back for a test. I had no charged battery yet so we pushed it down hill outside our house om second gear and finally it shot a fire flame and started. Kept it running for a while with oil spitting all around.

Went to Peter and Tommy Lindblom at Raceway and bought a new battery and an extra powerful starter. Next test it worked fine. Used it daily to the office and evening rides. 

It changed look every day I had time over for the garage. Cant even remember all changes. All except the basic engine that always was running perfect. Some other carbs and exhausts was tested tho.

She had some specials like killing start buttons in five seconds to burn so I had lose cables hanging outside to start her up with.

The version you see on photos was the final before moving out of sweden. 

As always my wheels are family, I would never sell or scrap one still working. Except now.

She sadly have to be left in sweden.😭

I think she was really pissed at me because about a week before season ended me and my son Kalle drow up on the motorway to Röda Cafét. About 40 km from our houses outside Södertälje. As he still was quite small I secured him with a rubber band to the sissy.

All went fine that evening, but next day on my way back from office, I lost bouth my backpack and whole sissy in 110km/h on the same road. Never found it again.

Last ride up was with my daughter Zana. We had a great time and was just leaving södertälje on our way back home. It was totally black outside the city.  

I took off to about 90 when something touched the front wheel so I had to steir it back on course. And in a split second in front of our headlight I saw the back of a huge deer pass flying in front of us.

All fine this time as well, but she was for shure pissed to be sold. 

Tommy Lindblom sold it a while after we left for a new life. It was 1999.