So by now, most of you have probably had as much talk about the ’49 as my ol lady, but I have an important observation to pass along. Today, I took the old girl out for her first sin and I realized once more how special the first time is. Now there are many first times in your life that you will cherish,some that shouldn’t be mentioned in mixed company but are none the less a moment in time that you will capture each nuance from. The way the air moved, the smell, the way it felt, how hot it got and ultimately how long it lasted. These were the exact impressions I got from my first ride on the ’49 Panhead. As I hit the road it came alive, the sounds of a fresh motor starting to settle. Western Pennsylvania didn’t let me down and a half mile from my house it started to snow. No big deal, I was out on the Pan and my heart raced like a little kid. I wanted to stay out on it all day but I figured a few miles then back to the shop for some more TLC to get her ready for hard riding in Daytona! Till then, keep it real, from the first time till the last!
