Background story for Endless Glide
©2009  W.F. Horton, Multipoint Publishing Inc.

I started with motor cycles in the late sixties, working in all places a motorcycle shop; not many bikes on the road back then just bikers and the police who road the same Harley-Davidson motorcycles. It was very liberating to fly down the road with the wind in your face and endless enthusiasm for riding. I ended up with what is known as a chopper, a motorcycle composed of many parts from different years. The bike started out as a 1936 flat head 80 Harley Davidson delivery bike found in an old tobacco barn under a hay pile. It had been set up for hill climming (Really) Rebuilt the engine using ford truck parts (intake and exhaust valves) and forged pistons out of a Porsche engine, assembled the bike with the motor and transmission in a 1946 knuckle head rigid frame ( no suspension) 1950's vintage wide glide front end with ten inches over standard fork length, eight inch risers and “Z” handle bars (see picture) The bike was a mixture of many parts but it was a pleasure to drive, very comfortable even on long rides. A real mutt but very dependable and fast. In fact it was the bane of many a pan head and late model shovel heads,  after riding with me they brought their bikes in for a rebuild. Being out done by an engine that didn’t quite look right and was able to keep up with their bikes.

A motorcycle comes very close to having a great horse that loves running it’s heart out  first thing in the morning.

In the late sixties things were a little different on the road. Trucks paid little attention to other cars on the road let alone motorcycles. If you didn’t move out of the way they would just about run you over, so with this situation between people in cars not seeing you and the truckers attitude you learned to ride very defensively just to stay alive.
Luckily I was tutored by a retired motorcycle cop from the thirties so the style and defensive moves he taught us seemed simple at the time but when the occasion came up to use these techniques they literally saved my life many times. I only rode in the winter it was just my favorite time to ride early in the morning when it was cold, bright and clean.  At the right speed it felt like you where in the wind and floated on the currents. I had the misfortune one time to go down a patch of black ice I didn’t see, as the bike went down I somehow stood on the side of the bike while holding on to the handle bars, as the bike slid down the road, I jerked the handle bars back as I was told to do, the bike stood right back up I sat down and continued down the road. This was one of the many experiences of riding that slowly formed your riding habits.  You slowly learned the physical nature of the beast so to speak and what it took to glide down the road.