The way your dad looked at it, this Sportster was your birthright.
He'd be damned if any slopes gonna put their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright, so he hid it, in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass.
Five long years, he hid this Sportster up his ass.
Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the Sportster.
I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years.
Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family.
And now, little man, I give the Sportster to you.
Pics by Lucifer. Story by Captain Koons.
Anyone know who's bike this is? I'm curious to know...