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Oh, Uglyness pass me over for another day. It certainly is in the eye of the beholder.
A week after I got back from the army in 1970, a high school buddy pulled into the driveway with an N15 brush painted black and modified somewhat like the solid-strut chopper in the previous post. He was short and so had added a 6-inch piece of flat stock to the frame under the engine, dropping the seat height about 6 inches, and added slugs to the forks. Volia! instant chopper. By then he looked like he'd descended into the depths of addiction with foot-long greasy hair to go with the greasy bike and blood-shot eyes. In contrast, I'd had to visit the post barber for a regulation #2 haircut before I could sign out for the last time. Mr. Clean Cut meets Mr. Depravity.
Ugly as it was, it had a certain functional esthetic about it and was not frightening to ride. But I was hooked and found a 57 G80cs that had been "breathed upon" by the much revered Pat of Top Hat Cycle in Seattle. It had been brush-painted yellow over rust and had a celluloid windshield and long stemmed mirrors. It was the anti-chopper to go with my clean-cut look. But it was within a hair's breadth of besting the N15 on the top end. It also would turn high enough to throw the windings out of the dynamo which it did twice.
A week after I got back from the army in 1970, a high school buddy pulled into the driveway with an N15 brush painted black and modified somewhat like the solid-strut chopper in the previous post. He was short and so had added a 6-inch piece of flat stock to the frame under the engine, dropping the seat height about 6 inches, and added slugs to the forks. Volia! instant chopper. By then he looked like he'd descended into the depths of addiction with foot-long greasy hair to go with the greasy bike and blood-shot eyes. In contrast, I'd had to visit the post barber for a regulation #2 haircut before I could sign out for the last time. Mr. Clean Cut meets Mr. Depravity.
Ugly as it was, it had a certain functional esthetic about it and was not frightening to ride. But I was hooked and found a 57 G80cs that had been "breathed upon" by the much revered Pat of Top Hat Cycle in Seattle. It had been brush-painted yellow over rust and had a celluloid windshield and long stemmed mirrors. It was the anti-chopper to go with my clean-cut look. But it was within a hair's breadth of besting the N15 on the top end. It also would turn high enough to throw the windings out of the dynamo which it did twice.
