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Guest Author - “Chris”; San Antonio, Texas, USA April 26, 2015
Hardest Dream Come True - Ever! The first time I saw an American Ironhorse was in a local dealer in San Antonio, TX. I had, at the time, a Honda Shadow that served me well. I was 1600 miles from home and making my own way, on my terms... My new boss, and friend, and I rode to a local dealer where I told him of this Hot Ass bike I heard of... It was 2001 and the bikes looked a bit different then. But it was everything I ever wanted for all my Christmases past rolled into one bike. It was low and fat and completely unattainable. Fast forward almost 15 years, three horses, two marriages, and one house later, my friend encouraged me to look for a bike. (I had long hoped that I might have that dream bike before I hit 40.) Begrudgingly I looked for a few weeks only to find bikes that only came close, at best... Then I saw this. I had to have it. Only problem was, it was in contract to be purchased by another. For the next few days I didn't sleep much. I only wanted to know the status of the buyer... With little to no communication from the dealer, I became a pest. When I learned the deal fell through, I announced at once I would be there in the morning! I worked it out with my boss and left the next day. We drove two and half hours north, myself, a friend and his wife on a one way car ride for me, I had hoped. If this thing was half what I had hoped, I would have pushed it home. As it turns out, I had to... (Well another rider towed it with a strap...). I show up as promised, at the time I promised, the bike was nowhere to be found. Finally we walked to the back storage area and there it was. It was love at first sight. After looking it over a bit I asked "May I start it up?” "Of course" was the reply. The sales guy walked me through the startup process, only to find it would not turn, let alone fire... "Well HELL" I thought... Let's cook it a while and see if we can hear it run... Two hours later still no life. My one way ride was still hanging around not so sure it was a one way trip for me.... While this thing was charging I took time to get to know my new mate. I did notice right off the bat the front tire had zero tread on it, and no inspection. My friends picked up on this too. I hadn't even heard it run and the outside opinions already started flowing in. Finally they opted to replace the battery, as they could not get it hot enough to fire. When that thing came to life, almost everything good in my life culminated in front of me and then disappeared. This is what I have dreamed about for more than 20 years. (The Hondas were fun bikes, but this was Porn Star fun!) I test drove that thing for about two miles, BAM! "I'M IN, Go home" I said to my friend... "I am riding this home"! After spending five hours in this place with me, and nothing to show for their time, I insisted they go home. So I am in the office doing the paperwork and the bike has been run down for a new tire and an inspection. Getting into the sixth hour now I just wanna ride that thing. Finally the bike shows up, and they walk me through everything, just to be sure I understand the leap from the Honda... "Here's your start button, turn signals, high beam, and horn..." No horn. "How did this pass inspection with a horn not working?" I asked. I dunno. So off it went back to the bay. "I'm real sorry about this... We'll top it off for you." Another 45 min and the bike comes out with a new horn and I am starting to really have my doubts now. I look it over, check all the electrics and notice no gas has been put in. Normally I would have just done it myself and left, but I was getting real shitty at this point. "Hey, I thought you said you were gonna top this off" "Oh man, I'm sorry. I'll have it done right now!" Off it goes again. I ride it this time to the back, where they store the gas, drop the kickstand and as I get off, the bike just kept going. In slow motion it just tried to lay over. I hadn't completely dismounted so it was easy to grab it, and when I did the kickstand just kind of flopped around. Now I am ready to drive this thing in the show room and set it on fire, but the dream won't let me think straight. Some dude drove me to dinner while they hacked on it a while. Seven hours have passed since I got to the dealer, to look at a bike that was checked out and ready to go, (HA!), and it looked like I might get to ride it home, finally. In point of fact the ride home was exhilarating! It was everything I had ever thought it would be. The ride through Austin, TX was especially awesome! Lots of yuppies and other sorts of life that just needed to be shaken up by a bike like that. I picked up my daughter at her friends place and we were off! We made it about 1/4 mile from the house and the beast let a back fire louder than anything I had ever heard, and quickly up and quit. So here I am, dream bike, 12 year old, and all her school books, walking down the road. As luck would have it, we were only about 150 yards from a gas station. It's now about 9:00 and I am ready to hunt those jerk-offs down and burn them at the stake. A passerby offers a hand, and runs home to get some tools... For the next three hours we are trying to diagnose and fix this bike I know nothing about. So he offers a trailer. I had said none of my bikes had ever seen a trailer, and I didn't want to start with this one. He chuckled and said he'd be right back. True to his word he showed up on his homemade Yamaha Bobber. Tossed a strap around the triple tree and we were off. The next day I called the dealer, they were apologetic and offered to come pick it up. I was planning on taking the ride of my life on it, and it was looking like that may not happen now. Monday morning came and the truck rolled in with a trailer, and off it went. I called every day for an update as I was getting antsy, I wanted to be able test drive it before the big 3200 mile. After about a week or so I was told it had a bad plug and wire, and they were getting ready to deliver my machine. When it arrived I was elated! I took it on a short ride, and parked it! Next day I rode it around, showed it off a bit. As I was leaving work it started that tell “I’m gonna quit on you” dance I had become familiar with. Three blocks from work, we coasted into a parking lot and called my new friend for help. By God he showed up with a trailer and got us home. When we got there we broke out the tools once more. I knew getting into this kind of bike would mean there would be some maintenance, but was in no way prepared for this. (This is when I found this website and it helped, THANK YOU!) We were able to figure the rear ignition coil was bad. Of course first thing Monday morning, I was going to call the dealer, but before I could the Good Samaritan showed up with a coil off a bike somebody had and owed a favor, or some such thing. It roared to life and we felt pretty good about ourselves. Let's ride these things! HELL YES! Two or three miles down the road it did it again, just farted a bit and lost all power. We started using boot laces to fashion another tow strap when another kind person stopped and loaned us a proper strap. While roadside, I started poking around a bit and found the ignition module had been replaced, and when it was, the knucklehead only used one point to mount it and it wasn’t even tight. Again we did our drive way diagnosing, only this time I pulled the module and knew in an instant it was bad. I didn’t need to test it at all, it came off smelling of burned plastic. “Pick up the tools, we are done here” I announced. I pushed into its parking spot and as I rested it on the kickstand, it gave out. The hack job they did the day I bought it, failed. Chuck a 4x4 under it and walk away, what else can you do? Monday morning came with a very aggravated phone call to the dealer. I related everything that had taken place and they assured me it would be taken care of. One full week they finally came to pick it up. Now I work in the service industry so I know what it’s like when the customer tells the pro what’s wrong with their product. But even I listen, and even look into what they may have suggested. Not these guys… You have a bad igniter I was told. I laughed and told him I tried that and it didn’t work. They stuck to their guns and sent the mechanic on a test drive only replacing that part. No surprise when they had to pick him up. It’s gotta be the crank sensor I was told later… “Don’t let him ride it without a shadow… That’s not it” I said. Sure enough it left him stranded again. Finally they listened, or ran out of things to replace and ponied up and replaced the module. Please ride for a while I asked. He did and when the bike finally came to me, I felt pretty apprehensive about starting, let alone riding it. My epic ride had come and gone, seven weeks into my “Dream Come True” I had it in my possession only about eight days or so. Everyone around me was chanting to GIVE IT BACK. But when do you give up on your dream, as it turns out for me NEVER! I was getting ready to make a second payment on a bike I couldn’t even sit on when they called to let me know it was ready. “It’s about time”!!! Nothing is worse than running something you know may quit at any time, but run it I did, and it was a blast! I decided to throw an impromptu run over to FL to see family.  Not the big ride I was hoping for, but over 2k any way… Two nights before I was ready to hit the highways of South Texas I rolled over to watch a buddy play softball and drink a few beers. While hanging out on the tailgate chewing the fat and enjoying life, the sound of metal meeting gravel ripped through our conversation. Someone backing out of their spot did not see my pride and joy and knocked it over. If that weren’t bad enough she didn’t know she knocked it over and kept going. It wasn’t until she was parked on the front wheel that she knew something was wrong. When I made it to my bike she was pulling forward and backing up not sure how to get her car off my machine. Every atom inside me split into pieces and collided with each other. But, being at a “Family Event” I maintained discipline very well. We filed the accident report and went our separate ways. I was able to ride it hone, but that was terrifying… It took about two weeks to get the adjuster out and my estimate done. When it was all said and done it should have been totaled, but I couldn’t walk away from it, even now, or especially now… Off to the shop it went, another agonizing four weeks. Month number three and I have only ridden it a handful of short rides. When it finally came home, again, I was sure this was the last thing to happen. I mean come on… Three weeks or so after leaving the shop I was told I needed to have the rear pulley resurfaced. When I was looking over the bike a short time later the rotors caught my eye, bad, the both of them. It tends to happen when some dip shit runs the pads to medal and seemingly keeps using them. So here we are in February and it sits on a center jack, wheels off, rotors off, pulley in CA, and just looking good not running again… I don’t know if I am the biggest fool out there, or just dedicated to my machine and forgiving all its problems because of a bad previous owner and dumbass sales and service department at the dealer I went to. Whatever else happens, I can say I have owned my dream ride, and no one can take that away!
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Hardest Dream Come True - Ever! The first time I saw an American Ironhorse was in a local dealer in San Antonio, TX. I had, at the time, a Honda Shadow that served me well. I was 1600 miles from home and making my own way, on my terms... My new boss, and friend, and I rode to a local dealer where I told him of this Hot Ass bike I heard of... It was 2001 and the bikes looked a bit different then. But it was everything I ever wanted for all my Christmases past rolled into one bike. It was low and fat and completely unattainable. Fast forward almost 15 years, three horses, two marriages, and one house later, my friend encouraged me to look for a bike. (I had long hoped that I might have that dream bike before I hit 40.) Begrudgingly I looked for a few weeks only to find bikes that only came close, at best... Then I saw this. I had to have it. Only problem was, it was in contract to be purchased by another. For the next few days I didn't sleep much. I only wanted to know the status of the buyer... With little to no communication from the dealer, I became a pest. When I learned the deal fell through, I announced at once I would be there in the morning! I worked it out with my boss and left the next day. We drove two and half hours north, myself, a friend and his wife on a one way car ride for me, I had hoped. If this thing was half what I had hoped, I would have pushed it home. As it turns out, I had to... (Well another rider towed it with a strap...). I show up as promised, at the time I promised, the bike was nowhere to be found. Finally we walked to the back storage area and there it was. It was love at first sight. After looking it over a bit I asked "May I start it up?” "Of course" was the reply. The sales guy walked me through the startup process, only to find it would not turn, let alone fire... "Well HELL" I thought... Let's cook it a while and see if we can hear it run... Two hours later still no life. My one way ride was still hanging around not so sure it was a one way trip for me.... While this thing was charging I took time to get to know my new mate. I did notice right off the bat the front tire had zero tread on it, and no inspection. My friends picked up on this too. I hadn't even heard it run and the outside opinions already started flowing in. Finally they opted to replace the battery, as they could not get it hot enough to fire. When that thing came to life, almost everything good in my life culminated in front of me and then disappeared. This is what I have dreamed about for more than 20 years. (The Hondas were fun bikes, but this was Porn Star fun!) I test drove that thing for about two miles, BAM! "I'M IN, Go home" I said to my friend... "I am riding this home"! After spending five hours in this place with me, and nothing to show for their time, I insisted they go home. So I am in the office doing the paperwork and the bike has been run down for a new tire and an inspection. Getting into the sixth hour now I just wanna ride that thing. Finally the bike shows up, and they walk me through everything, just to be sure I understand the leap from the Honda... "Here's your start button, turn signals, high beam, and horn..." No horn. "How did this pass inspection with a horn not working?" I asked. I dunno. So off it went back to the bay. "I'm real sorry about this... We'll top it off for you." Another 45 min and the bike comes out with a new horn and I am starting to really have my doubts now. I look it over, check all the electrics and notice no gas has been put in. Normally I would have just done it myself and left, but I was getting real shitty at this point. "Hey, I thought you said you were gonna top this off" "Oh man, I'm sorry. I'll have it done right now!" Off it goes again. I ride it this time to the back, where they store the gas, drop the kickstand and as I get off, the bike just kept going. In slow motion it just tried to lay over. I hadn't completely dismounted so it was easy to grab it, and when I did the kickstand just kind of flopped around. Now I am ready to drive this thing in the show room and set it on fire, but the dream won't let me think straight. Some dude drove me to dinner while they hacked on it a while. Seven hours have passed since I got to the dealer, to look at a bike that was checked out and ready to go, (HA!), and it looked like I might get to ride it home, finally. In point of fact the ride home was exhilarating! It was everything I had ever thought it would be. The ride through Austin, TX was especially awesome! Lots of yuppies and other sorts of life that just needed to be shaken up by a bike like that. I picked up my daughter at her friends place and we were off! We made it about 1/4 mile from the house and the beast let a back fire louder than anything I had ever heard, and quickly up and quit. So here I am, dream bike, 12 year old, and all her school books, walking down the road. As luck would have it, we were only about 150 yards from a gas station. It's now about 9:00 and I am ready to hunt those jerk- offs down and burn them at the stake. A passerby offers a hand, and runs home to get some tools... For the next three hours we are trying to diagnose and fix this bike I know nothing about. So he offers a trailer. I had said none of my bikes had ever seen a trailer, and I didn't want to start with this one. He chuckled and said he'd be right back. True to his word he showed up on his homemade Yamaha Bobber. Tossed a strap around the triple tree and we were off. The next day I called the dealer, they were apologetic and offered to come pick it up. I was planning on taking the ride of my life on it, and it was looking like that may not happen now. Monday morning came and the truck rolled in with a trailer, and off it went. I called every day for an update as I was getting antsy, I wanted to be able test drive it before the big 3200 mile. After about a week or so I was told it had a bad plug and wire, and they were getting ready to deliver my machine. When it arrived I was elated! I took it on a short ride, and parked it! Next day I rode it around, showed it off a bit. As I was leaving work it started that tell “I’m gonna quit on you” dance I had become familiar with. Three blocks from work, we coasted into a parking lot and called my new friend for help. By God he showed up with a trailer and got us home. When we got there we broke out the tools once more. I knew getting into this kind of bike would mean there would be some maintenance, but was in no way prepared for this. (This is when I found this website and it helped, THANK YOU!) We were able to figure the rear ignition coil was bad. Of course first thing Monday morning, I was going to call the dealer, but before I could the Good Samaritan showed up with a coil off a bike somebody had and owed a favor, or some such thing. It roared to life and we felt pretty good about ourselves. Let's ride these things! HELL YES! Two or three miles down the road it did it again, just farted a bit and lost all power. We started using boot laces to fashion another tow strap when another kind person stopped and loaned us a proper strap. While roadside, I started poking around a bit and found the ignition module had been replaced, and when it was, the knucklehead only used one point to mount it and it wasn’t even tight. Again we did our drive way diagnosing, only this time I pulled the module and knew in an instant it was bad. I didn’t need to test it at all, it came off smelling of burned plastic. “Pick up the tools, we are done here” I announced. I pushed into its parking spot and as I rested it on the kickstand, it gave out. The hack job they did the day I bought it, failed. Chuck a 4x4 under it and walk away, what else can you do? Monday morning came with a very aggravated phone call to the dealer. I related everything that had taken place and they assured me it would be taken care of. One full week they finally came to pick it up. Now I work in the service industry so I know what it’s like when the customer tells the pro what’s wrong with their product. But even I listen, and even look into what they may have suggested. Not these guys… You have a bad igniter I was told. I laughed and told him I tried that and it didn’t work. They stuck to their guns and sent the mechanic on a test drive only replacing that part. No surprise when they had to pick him up. It’s gotta be the crank sensor I was told later… “Don’t let him ride it without a shadow… That’s not it” I said. Sure enough it left him stranded again. Finally they listened, or ran out of things to replace and ponied up and replaced the module. Please ride for a while I asked. He did and when the bike finally came to me, I felt pretty apprehensive about starting, let alone riding it. My epic ride had come and gone, seven weeks into my “Dream Come True” I had it in my possession only about eight days or so. Everyone around me was chanting to GIVE IT BACK. But when do you give up on your dream, as it turns out for me NEVER! I was getting ready to make a second payment on a bike I couldn’t even sit on when they called to let me know it was ready. “It’s about time”!!! Nothing is worse than running something you know may quit at any time, but run it I did, and it was a blast! I decided to throw an impromptu run over to FL to see family.  Not the big ride I was hoping for, but over 2k any way… Two nights before I was ready to hit the highways of South Texas I rolled over to watch a buddy play softball and drink a few beers. While hanging out on the tailgate chewing the fat and enjoying life, the sound of metal meeting gravel ripped through our conversation. Someone backing out of their spot did not see my pride and joy and knocked it over. If that weren’t bad enough she didn’t know she knocked it over and kept going. It wasn’t until she was parked on the front wheel that she knew something was wrong. When I made it to my bike she was pulling forward and backing up not sure how to get her car off my machine. Every atom inside me split into pieces and collided with each other. But, being at a “Family Event” I maintained discipline very well. We filed the accident report and went our separate ways. I was able to ride it hone, but that was terrifying… It took about two weeks to get the adjuster out and my estimate done. When it was all said and done it should have been totaled, but I couldn’t walk away from it, even now, or especially now… Off to the shop it went, another agonizing four weeks. Month number three and I have only ridden it a handful of short rides. When it finally came home, again, I was sure this was the last thing to happen. I mean come on… Three weeks or so after leaving the shop I was told I needed to have the rear pulley resurfaced. When I was looking over the bike a short time later the rotors caught my eye, bad, the both of them. It tends to happen when some dip shit runs the pads to medal and seemingly keeps using them. So here we are in February and it sits on a center jack, wheels off, rotors off, pulley in CA, and just looking good not running again… I don’t know if I am the biggest fool out there, or just dedicated to my machine and forgiving all its problems because of a bad previous owner and dumbass sales and service department at the dealer I went to. Whatever else happens, I can say I have owned my dream ride, and no one can take that away!
Guest Author - “Chris”; San Antonio, Texas, USA April 26, 2015
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