One day when I was a kid, my oldest brother Tim showed up at the house with a motorcycle.Â I didn’t get a good look at it–it was a Yamaha something or other–because my mom made him park it a few blocks down the street so my impressionable young mind wouldn’t decide I wanted a motorcycle.
Sadly, I’d already seen too much.
Years later, I still felt an urge to ride.Â Southeast Indiana is a haven for poker runs and such, so there were always motorcycles rumbling through town, and I loved ’em all.Â Over the years, I went through various bike phases.Â Racing bikes, ATVs, little dirt bikes, I wanted one of each.Â Sadly, that wasn’t going to happen so long as I lived in my mother’s house.Â By the time I got out of the house, I was broke as a damn joke, so my motorcycle dreams remained just that, dreams.
When my father died, I decided it was time to remedy my situation.Â See, my dad had later bought Tim’s Yamaha, and though I never found out when he got rid of it or where it ended up, he helped push my love for bikes.Â He also gave me a love of the ’49 Mercury, but I don’t see me getting one of those for a long time.Â A bike, however, I could manage.
So I spent a lot of time getting my debt under control, erasing almost all of it.Â I also did a lot of research.Â Harley Davidson had just released the Iron, an 883 sportster that looked like a good blank canvas to create a bike that would be mine.Â It helped that I’ve had a long-standing love of sportsters.Â With enough time and experience, I could change the Iron into something made just for me.
So I went and picked one up.Â I received the bike about three weeks ago, and I’ve already added a few mods, notably forward controls and a set of 14″ gimp hangers from Nash Motorcycle Company.Â Finally, I gave the bike a name.Â Mixing together my favorite activity when staying with my dad–staying up late and watching TV–with my late start in the motorcycle world, I give you The Late Late Show.