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