Not that Nova, this is a motorcycle project. The Novas pictures below. These are the Novas Im talking about.
The V twin bolted on it, is designed and built by Porsche. They are either 4 cylinder or 6, from 550 to 1000ccs. I mean Porsche built it. I should not have to tell you that it was built for speed and performance.
A Nova bike, when you order parts, you ordered parts for a Nova, and the year it was built. Almost every part was interchangeable, all the way down to the crank case, with all the bikes. This would change the entire bike market. Parts would be easy to find, and cheap.
Nova was a game changer, in so many ways. A Porsche motor on my 1978, the year I was born, Bobber. Why hell yes, I want that. I want a super fast cruiser that I can sling around some curves!
Unfortunately, dreamers get old. They retire, and some people replace them with people that only care about profit. They would end the Harley Davidson’s Nova program before a bike was even built. The Nova would be pushed aside for less performance and luxury. A comfortable cruise. They guy who got the job, was scared to go fast, if you ask me. They also didn’t like the shaft drive or small tanks.
So what do yall think? Could Nova had pushed Harley up, instead of the constant drop in market they have seen? Now, all I see saving Harley is a new market. Everyone with a Harley wants a Harley trailer. They want a Harley side by side. The want a Harley 4 wheeler. Almost every other motorcycle company has car factories. HD doesn’t have car money. They need something else. What do yall think it should be? Maybe it is the new super charger!
Let’s talk about that Bucket List ride! For me it is Miami at 3am, headed down the interstate on a Ninja. Just blasting… 150mph, 160mph, the speed tears begin to run down your face, 170, 180. The Ninja, she screams her cry of war.
190, the vibrations leave, the world tunnels. 200, the street lights become a solid beam. 210, silence, but the laughter of death in the wind. Everything is at peace.
Micro burst… 215… 220… You are at the limits… Nobody has went faster on a street bike tire… Life is a fleeting memory. Death is now chasing you, and losing the race. The lights of the cars look like tracers from Akira…
That is my Bucket List ride. What is your’s? Drop a comment! Thanks for reading! Give us a share!
Were yall excited about the Bagger racing? I am. I dont care if Harley makes it. Im American, and unfortunately only the strong survives here. If you dont believe that this is how it works here, let’s go to Detroit. Ill show you 47 automobile factories, and only two that builds cars. Harley can go the way of Pontiac, and so many others. If I had the money, it would be invest in a Put against Harley, which means as they lose money, I would make money.
Harley is an American icon. I dont want to see them fail. I want them to be here well after all of us. These races are failing them, or Harley is failing these races. Look at the picture. Harley is there, most of the bikes are Harley. Did they win? 2nd. Did they spend any money, no! They should be sponsors, but sponsored nobody!
They should be running this. There should be a series, not one race. I know mass amounts of people that would love to race their bagger. I GET PASSED BY MOTORCYCLE CLUBS FULL OF THEM. They want to show up. They want to go fast. I would build a bagger to race!
I want to show up with my big group of friends, with our Harley, and race! There is nothing more that I want to do! If I can’t do that, im racing a sports bike, if I can’t do that, im putting this bobber in dirt track races.
How do you save Harley? How do we help? We take it from them. Right now Harley Davidson’s (HOG) stock is down another dollar and a half. It is $28 a share. We cant all afford the bikes, but we can afford part in the company.
We have to own Harley Davidson. We, the riders, even us metric riders, have to take it from those that killed projects like the Nova project. That one project, instead of EVO, would have made Harley the super power we all want.
We have to force them to drop the prices. We have to force them to give us bikes that will replace these metrics. We need interchangeable parts. The only way “We” are going to be listened to, is by buying the company.
If we want Harley to be part of our world, we must own it, as we do the streets. We must run it. We must have a say. It is the bike most bikers want, and it is time they provide the bikes that we want.
These races, which are mostly Harley bikes, needs to be more than one race a year. We need to see Harly logos all over them. We need to see young men racing them, and building a new dream for the next generations, not rich movie stars riding with training wheels.
We need to revisit and renew the Nova project. We need to be able to fire CEOs and presidents, until Harley is once again affordable, and strong. The only way to get anything, buy Harley from those that are killing her.
We are bikers. We are outlaws. We are rebels. We do things we are not supposed to do. We go into places they don’t want us in. They expect us to buy bikes, not stock. We need to rebel, and buy the company. It is time that we walk into board rooms. We need to do everything we can to put a biker back on top of Harley, not the bike, but the company.
Am I wrong? I got like $60 to spend, that is two shares. Yall with me?
Was Harley going to close the doors? Yes. After the third quarter of 2019, HD lost over a hundred million dollars in the Indian market place. They had no choice, when India was dragging them down to under a billion dollar company.
What is Harley going to do? They sold out the name to Hero. Harley will be leaving India, but India will still be able to buy a “premium” Harley Davidson, except from Hero. The idea of doing India like they do America, build overly expensive, under powered bikes, and force them onto the market, failed them.
Hero will now be building a knock off Harley Davidson, with real Harley badges. The bikes will be cheaply made, in a less than satisfactory factory. This will, by all rights, be a money run on the Indian market, with a inferior product, at a premium price.
If these Hero products will make it to America, is unclear. Harley Davidson has not said anything about this. With the change of leadership in America, you might.
During October of 2020, a lot of things happened at the quarter’s HOG earning report meeting. Zeitz drove in some coffin nails on large chunks of Harley Davidson. He turned their focus to the network of owners, who want profits.
Really, this could go either way. Riders in America, you are getting the focus of the entire company. They are coming back to try and rebuild. Most of the world is losing out, for the US.
Harley Davidson has left 40 world markets. They are bringing those resources home. All that extra money will be spent here, on dealerships, and other things that will only turn a profit.
This will be pretty decent, if you use Harley for service. They will be speeding the process up, and improving turn around times. It is pretty good to see some positive focus on the riders, but everything comes at a price.
Zeitz goes on to talk about that price. A new Harley comes at a hefty price. They have come to notice the value of their used bikes. Harley will now turn their focus on this market.
A big blow to riders, do not expect to see any more premonitions, or discounts. You wont be getting anything else for the cheap. You will pay full price for everything you buy from them.
They plan to increase the value of used motorcycles. If you own a Harley, this is an awesome deal for you. If this works, your bikes’ resale value will go up.
What will future prospective Harley buyers see? Well, it is obvious that the price of used Harleys will go up. The price of new bikes will follow. Over the last three months, HOG gained 22% back to their market value. They did it with used bikes. The future better have a deep pocket.
The plan to drive up that price, it is simpler than you think. 30% of Harley Davidson’s line-up will be cut. See, when you are Harley Davidson, and you can control the market, you do just that. By limiting the styles and numbers of bikes being produced, the value of a used Harleys will go up. I think that is going to push people to Indian or metric bikes, who do not make many dash for cash moves.
Next, they might have given the name for use to Hero in India, but a lot of others are going to lose it. HOG parts will now be made by HOG. The shirts and other merchandise will come directly from Harley. I mean, just now?
Another big change, the fiscal year. Harley will now release new bikes before their best quarter This will be near the end of winter, when the new riders start buying in. I have been unable to find the exact release date. Of course, ill write about it when I do.
Next up was the change to E-Bike. The bike will be changed to the “Series 1” powered by Harley. Series one will now build these bikes. These resources will be put back into motorcycles.
The market is a fun ride, just like the bikes! Thanks for reading! Stop by and give my group a like, or stay where you are, ill be around! Keep your elbows pointed to the sky!
In 2019, Hatley Davidson applied for a patent. This patent was to be able to add a super charger to Harley engines!
If you have been paying attention to HD lately, you would know about management changes, and refocusing on the company. This has caused Harley to refocus on used bikes. New management proved that new bikes wouldn’t sell.
Unfortunately, this project is left over from the old management. Like the Nova project, which would have made almost all HD bikes parts interchangeable, they could crush it. But, the design of this super charger, is something new!
This super charger bolts right on to the crankshaft, with no modifications. Harley has not said if it will be available for used bikes, or if it will be at all. Another strange feature is the belt tensioner.
On most belts, you must tighten the tensioner. On this one, you will never tighten it. This super charger rides on two slide rails. When you go down the road, you tighten the belt. There is no belt tensioner. It doesn’t matter how old, or stretched, the belt gets, it slides good enough to keep it tight!
Chasing that normal life… It just wasn’t possible. My mind won’t let me. I have to dream, I have to run after them, or I’ll lose control.
Sitting there, behind a desk, I have been there. It was miserable. For some people, it is the dream. They went to the classes, as I did, and found their path.
Others, they jumped into construction. They build, and love every minute of it. That’s how I have spent parts of my life. Normal… That white picket fence, that car payment, I could not do it.
The bottom of Gen X… Have you seen fight club? That’s life. A generation of men raised by women… A generation without a war… A lot of that movie makes sense.
We were cotton mill kids. We had it all. We had a beautiful town. During Christmas, this place was wrapped with lights. It was amazing.
Then, one day, a man from Washington spoke up. He was going to save u all. A few months later, the cotton mill was forced to close. That beautiful town, slowly died. The mill was burnt, and the property declared unusable.
We got those Red, White, Pink slip blues, Hank sings about. Lucky for us, we would never lose the house. We picked up a ragged out mill house for $5000. I had 5 siblings. Tax checks helped get it.
Then, that mill closed. Like I said, I had 5 siblings. We could no longer afford to feed us all. My older sister and older brother, they had to move in with family. This ripped my family apart, still today.
As it went with the South Carolina motto, from “Smiling Faces, and Beautiful Places”, to ” Dum Spiro Spero”. Eating good, keeping a family car, keeping the heat on, for we had breath, we hoped.
Cartoons and video games. That was my escape. I found a role model in a Cartoon. His mama, like mine, calls him Pete. She is a sweet lady, that only wanted the best for him.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have my step dad. He fought, until he died, to make sure I was taken care of, and the generations below me. I will always have that $5000 home to go back to. Except, unlike having giant rats, as it did when I was a child, it is a beautiful bungalow home, stashed behind flower beds that holds generations of my family’s flower. You can even see endanger species in our beds.
My daddy lived his dreams. He worked hard. He was in the Navy, the Gaurds, then spent his life in the mills. He earned his dream.
The way it ended, he told me to never do what he did. I was free. I struggled, spent nights cold and hungry, but I was free. Not many men have what I have, and to never give up dreaming.
This blog is a little background about me. I come tonight with advice. Damn it, they come at me everyday, telling me to stop. They tell me to go find a normal job, have a normal life. They tell me I can no longer dream. I can’t write, build, or anything.
With a smile on my face, I say to them, no. I am living my normal. I’m doing as my daddy did, and building what I want. Don’t listen to them. Be you, dream. Fight for those dreams.
Don’t let their normal destroy your life. Don’t be sitting on your porch, telling you kid that he is free. He will see the broken dreams in your eye.
We talked for the last time, that day. He asked me what I had planned for the rest of my life. I told him I was going to build my bike, save me some money, and then riding as deep into South America as I could get.
He tells me I probably won’t make it back from that trip. But, if I want to go, and come home in a bag, come home in the bag. His last advice for me was to risk everything, for a dream. He told me I was free enough to get on, and go. “Dont let people talk you out of it Pete. I love you son. Go, live more than I did. Stop sitting here”.
So, I have been working. This site is to track my journey until I’m gone. I have almost finished my bike. Then spent years losing weight, getting in to shape. As I said, everyday, someone tells me I need to change.
To them, I say, I spend every dime making this happen. I won’t listen. You made your choices, sit down an let me make mine. You need to reread the name of this website, because it will always be A BIKER’S LIFE FOR ME! Live and die on two wheels.
So, I was continuing on my build, and needed volcitey stacks. I normally don’t buy stuff off Facebook users, but I have been in contact with a lot of strangers, lately.
Most of them are good people. I have done some business with a few, and everything has went smoothly. Yesterday, I let myself slip. A scammer got me for $60.
Here is everything else, and a few more people that he got! Share this around! Look out for your fellow bikers! I paid $60 for this guy to be exposed! Let’s go ahead and let everyone know to watch out for this name! Watch out for any of the items for sell in these pictures, below! These are his tools!
$60 wasn’t that much, but it is a low blow. I will continue my build, find my stacks, and end this guy. Yall, don’t buy from people, you don’t know! Always search the name first!
You read that right! We do have three builds coming up on ABLFM! For all three, you will get to read about, see, and ask questions, about the builds! But first…
Please allow me to introduce to you, Paul Jason Hall. Mr. Hall is an accomplished artist. We are talking about multiple types of art,, not just the tattoo machine in his hand. He is one of the highest ranked midevil armor makers in the United States.
As a boy, Mr. Hall spent his days in a small town, in upstate South Carolina. He would spend his days dreaming of great adventures on the seas, or ancient battle fields. I remember those days. If you were able to keep that boyhood imagination, you can do great things with it.
Mr. Hall would spend days at a time, on the river, running the rocks, sword fighting his brother. We all remember these days. They were the best times of our lives. Our imaginations gave us the whole world.
Mr. Hall would decide that he would be “realistic”, and get a “real” job, as our father’s say. Except, he done it his way. He would get a 5 year education, but not at a college.
He eould spend five years under one of the best midevil armor makers in the United States. He would learn the hammer and anvil. Mr.Hall would make the armors of his child hood dreams. Except it isnt costumes, his armors are real. They are battle ready!
Mr.Hall would become a true blacksmith, with his training. He would go on to make works of art, and usable armors. He would succeed at his dreams. Now, he is thinking about coming into the motorcycle accessories world.
If Paul Jason Hall steps into this world, everything will change. There will be options besides that regular leather fork bag. They will be completely customizable. He will change everything, down to our wallets. There will be no more of the bags that never change.
The things we want, original bags, original wallets, original whips, original wallet chains, and original vest extenders, are coming. A Biker’s Life For Me is going to bring them.
Mr, Hall, if everything goes right, will have a page on our website by mid February, or early March. We are very excited for this opportunity, and look forward to what he brings to the motorcycle world!
We do have some other things on the list! We are doing a Harley Davidson, from soft tail, to bagger. We are doing a restore on an 86 Honda Shadow. Last, and hated by me, we are doing a 95 Suzuki Intruder bobber!
These three builds are going to be the full package! You are going to get videos, builder profiles, how tos, articles, and everything else! You might even get some live content! I’m also sure we will find some stuff to give away!
Well, thats it for this time around! We hope you enjoyed the read, and look forward to what we have to offer! Thanks for coming by!
The other side of the bag, it laces up like a boot! This, to me, adds to that vintage military look. I like this bag.
Then, the liner, adds to it even more. It make me think of the blanket we used for picnics. To be honest, I look at it and see my Daddy.
I don’t talk about myself. My life isn’t a fun story. There was one thing I had, for most of my life, that made it better. That was my step dad. Mickeal Bump Bump Varnum.
I woke up the other day, and was having one of them hard ones. Walking to the living room, I smelt black coffee, and Winston cigarettes. Then I seen that military green bag. My mind starting running through memories.
All i could think of was my Daddy. The first time I met him, he was on a 1979 Kawasaki. He would take me for rides on it. The first time, I peed my pants, no need to lie! I was probably 4 years old…
I remember watching the grass blow, the utility poles turn into a picket fence, and the wind matting my eye lashed together with tears. It was an experience that would shape years of my life. Then, I thought about that bag…
The bag above, my daddy had one. He served during Vietnam. He served in two branches of the military. The Navy, which made him sick, and the National Gaurds. His place was in RandD. He messed up televisions, all of them in Vietnam. He then worked on the Tomahawk. Mike also destroyed a Duece and a Half that ran off salt water. They drove it before they cut it to pieces, 80+ miles to a gallon. I dont think he was supposed to talk about that one. He was very sick, and we asked what he did.
As he was telling me that story, my Daddy was getting ready to go on to the next life. He had fought cancer that he had caught during his time in the military. He would always bring me a Retired Flag Star from the V.A. Hospital, as he went for treatments.
I asked why he hadn’t brought me a star. He said that he had brought me one for every member of my family that severed. Fourteen stars. He then says he said i would get one more. His. He wasn’t going back, and he was ready to go on passed this life.
A month or so later, I was sitting in our neighborhood church, on the front pew, waiting to be handed my father’s flag. The soldiers came in, and Taps began to play for my Daddy. Im man enough to say Taps got me. I cried, and will if I hear it.
That hit me so hard, I couldn’t look up to take the flag. My mother told me to look up, I was not to insult that man. I looked up. He looked as if he was as hurt as I was. He was crying as hard as I was. He would later tell me that he buries his brothers, everyday. It hurts everytime.
I looked around the room. There were Soliders every where. Bikers took up part of the church, and then a variety of all people. Each one came up to me, some got up out of their wheel chairs, to salute my Dad’s flag. One after another, they told me their story. He had reached so many people. He had helped every one he ever met. He is one of the reasons I try to help these guys in my articles, and to reach out to as many people as I can.
/That military green duffle bag, it reminded me that I had already been through one of the hardest days of my life. My bad day was not so bad. Then I thought about how I wore his military coat to school. It brought back some great memories with the best man I have ever known. He taught me to chase my dreams, to write, to stand up for myself, and to take a chance to love everyone.
I am going to get me one of these bags. Then, all 15 of those fallen soldier stars that my family has earned, im putting them on it. Next, im putting on some of my Dad’s patches.