I had been playing around with bikes for a few years now, but after my one of my best friends died back in November it's all I do to keep my mind off of anything and everything. I kind of snuck up on me. I would find some old bikes fix em up, sell them, find more, and so on. It was hard for me to let them go, I miss some of them, but it was my plan to stop when I got my dream bike. That dream has changed a few times. I ride a 24" spaceliner with the springer forks, it is missing the tank, and will prob never have one, its seat was shot so it has the wrong seat, I put apes on it so I could ride it. The problem is it never stoped for me, I have around 15 bikes some just broke down to parts others ready to ride. I also have a stack of girls frames no one wants.
