Being Late Yet On Time With Mishaps Harley Davidson Shovel Head

Flame is the name of his Shovel Head


Have you ever been in a hurry but always running late for an event or something. Well, funeral is never something I want to run late on but on this case; we must deal with mishaps on the road. Repairing a motorcycle with what you have; so being late on Reds funeral yet on time with all the mishaps, the tempers, and the cussing.  It is funny now but at the time it was not.

Hubby and Red were very close friends since their early 20’s.  I’ve had the pleasure of meeting Red before he passes.  Hubby has ridden his 1975 Harley Davidson Shovel Head all week long to and from work.  We checked the Shovel the night before to make sure every single bolt is tight and also, checked the fluids.  This Saturday morning of Reds funeral, we started out with mishaps or unfortunate events at home.  Getting ready that morning, going out to the shop to roll the Harley “Flame” out, the front tire is low on air.  Check and input air back in the tire. They were fifteen of us going to the funeral but we’re meeting everyone on our way out.

In the meantime; Hubby and I, Junior, Wayne 2, Allen and Jackson started out from my resident.  Two and half mile down the road, the shovel started to sound like it’s misfire; so, Hubby pulled over on the far right and stop, there is no road shoulder.  He checked everything including the spark plugs.  On his right hand, he doesn’t have much feelings  ever since the surgery.  Holding one of the spark plug and inspecting it when Junior ask him what wrong.  Hubby said, “bike is acting funny” and he handed Junior one of the spark plug from his left hand.  Unknown to Junior, the spark plug is hot.  Within seconds, Junior yelp and drop it. “It’s hot.”  We started laughing because it’s been nine years since Hubby left hand has been that way.

Wayne 2 had a spare spark plug in his saddle bag.  Hubby replace the plugs, we load up took off again.  Thirty-five minutes down the road and Hubby pulled off to the shoulder.  He slowed down to go around a curve, the bike cough and died. He got off the bike, check everything on the bike, took the seat off and there it is.  His battery cable came loose. Tighten it up, load up and off we go. Forty-five minutes down the road, Hubby pull off again. This time he’s looking at his watch and started to cuss, his temper is flaring.  His Harley died, found the problem; vapor lock. Being late already to the funeral, he’s not a happy camper. “I don’t know what is wrong with this bike but I swear it does not like funeral!” Found a clothes pin in the saddle bag, clip it on the gas line and off we go.

We pulled in to the graveside just in time the Indian Priest was about to do the closing prayer. Red is Cherokee Indian.  With the sounds of the Harley’s pulling in, we had everyone’s attention because of the sounds of the pipes echoes through out the hills.  Hubby apologize for us running late, but Reds wife said, “you’re just in time and I am glad you guys made it”.

With all the mishaps, the tempers, the cussing because Hubby’s Harley Davidson Shovel Head somehow don’t like funerals.  We aired the tire, changed plugs, tightened the battery cables, use a cloth pin for gas line because of vapor lock; it was a trying morning.  The overall of this scenario was “Red got his ROLL OF THUNDER before his closing  prayer,” and that is all that matters.

After the funeral, that Harley Davidson Shovel Head never had any problem going home.  Some things or events is being late yet on time with everything that happens on the ride getting there can limit our patience, but the outcome was awesome.  Of course, poor Shovel Head “Flame”, has other names added to it that morning, you know what I mean.  A coincident or is it just a mishap?