The Graff family

I met Julie and her family while I was in Sturgis this year. Her Pops cooked us up the best meal we ate the entire time we were there. He riddled off part numbers all while making fun of mine and Bacon's bikes. I thought he was just some square old man but I guess he proved me wrong with these photographs. Just kidding he is a great guy that really knows his shit. Julie's dad worked at Villa Park Harley Davidson for many years before moving to Denver. I actually lived about a block away from where the shop was. It's amazing to know that these killer bikes were built in my area and tore up the street I frequently ride today. Makes you wonder what ever happen to them.

Julie sent me these words and pictures of her family back in their hay day



My Ma


Notice the big twin trans. Uncle Bob worked for him after he left Harley. Webber Carb


Greg's WLA.




My Dad's friend's '42 WLA


Greg and Uncle Bob.


Uncle Bob's '49 pan







Uncle Bob's '49 pan. I have those saddle bags on my bike right now



















Dad's friend's Knuck in front of Villa Park HD where Dad worked.


Dave Scabaras and my Dad in Villa Park HD



Dad.


Ma's '69 Sportster


Jo and her rigid Sporty. She's been one of my heroes since I was a kid.




Greg and Uncle Bob




Dad, Ma, friend and Uncle Bob at Jo's wedding.



Workin' on Greg's bike





Some good Ol' keg racing outside of Chicago.



Greg got beat up by a huge fucker one night at the bar. His face was all banged up. Karma got the huge fucker. He hit a 4x4 on his bike, sent him over his handlebars and smashed his face.