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The "Hunt" Part 1, 2 and 3

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Jim Barnard

Wore out three sets of tires already!
I could not really sleep last night. I had seen my favorite bike on a Craig's List ad and made contact with the owner. I have an appointment this morning. Knowing that the second buyer in line is not a good position, I was fretting about not creating a relationship with the seller and not letting the seller know I was 100% committed to showing up with the cash. I left someone else a way to show up late last night and be the first guy in line.

The ad was worded correctly, so anyone with a search set up like mine will get a CL alert soon enough. There was a poor pic, but I saw enough under the 15 year coating of dryer lint to know what year the bike was. This actually lead to some additional apprehension. These darn first year Choppers are VERY likely to have frame breaks. The last 3 69 bikes I found ALL did. The guard is missing and that usually is not an issue unless the mount has been hack sawed off, I have has a number of these as well. The prop is missing. Almost 75% of the short mount props have sheared the their pins and are laying on the cul-de-sac by the curb (at least it was in 1971).

I cannot tell if this particular bike is a rare cable through frame 69. Not a lot were made and none were sold in the UK so they are very sought after. Luckily, my part of the US has quite a few of these compared to most places. If this is a "cable through frame" bike the value triples. If it is a low serial number you can achieve a weird kind of "instant fame" in a small and intimate circle. The stakes are high!

I have all the missing parts I need to make this whole again, but I keep eyeballing the sissy bar. The seat is mounted very low in the frame... like it has never been raised to accommodate an older kid. If a touch of grease was not applied to the sissy bar (and why would it have, this bike is a model before the seat springs provided suspension) then the sissy is stuck with 12 inches into the frame. This nightmare can easily lead to frame breakage at the fender mount and the drop out welds. These frames were already under engineered.

I see missing lever on one side and am hopeful that this is a "TCW" 3 speed. That means it is a skidder! I see some blue under the grey (gray?) dust coat. That year was a wonderful metallic blue like the color you see on so many ladies "Sports" for some reason.

After my initial phone call, I responded to the add with an email saying I am confirming and will be happy to paypal a down payment. I am now actively regretting not getting into the last night and driving the 90 minutes to get the bike right then. When there was no response this morning, I waited to a respectful time and called the seller.

Apparently, he has been badgered all night by callers for the bike. He told me that since I was first to call yesterday, I have first shot, but he sighed and told me "that he hates to do this but he needs to double the asking price due to the volume of calls and offers."

TO BE CONTINUED
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Yeah,All of a sudden he has something. Obviously not a man of honor. Dont do business with him,you'll probably get into some bs bidding war or he'll raise the price again once you show up. Let it go to the next guy, You'll find the right one.
 
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Part 2

I set the cruise control so I would not speed.I am likely to speed if I am drinking or excited (or pissed off). I 95 has a lot of Police presence and I will see 2 or 3 in the 100 or so miles I am going. Having agreed to the cost increase before I started driving I am still getting the bike for very reasonable. I am pumped and happy. I am excited about the potential of the bike and how I can save it. I envision a near perfect specimen after the dust comes off and I even get a wee bit psyched about painting and decal-ing the chain guard. My Wife has been talking the entire way and I am not sure I heard a single thing she may have said. I hope there will not be a test. I hope that I have not agreed to holiday in Cambodia (again).

This is where things get strange.

I show up at 20 min before the meeting and I knew he was to be at church until noon, but I kept having the weird "He sold it to the guy who lives around the corner for $15 more than my offer" feeling. I was bumming out that I had wasted my Sunday on this fools errand and that NOW I promised the Wife that we would visit her Brother on the way home and everyone but me would drink wine and I don't like wine and... And then the seller pulled up behind my car exactly on time.

I thought "Huh".

He got out of the car and introduced himself to me while his (rather his friends car) idled in the road. We went to the house where he found a key under one of those hollowed out rocks and entered the garage. As a man of my word, I handed him the cash and wheeled the bike into the sun lit dirt yard where I looked at it and yabbered on about what I am seeing to the seller. "1969 check, June 69 TCW check, covered the fudge in thick cat fur check, Uniroyal slik check, missing shifter sticker check, no knob check, no prop check, more scratching that I could see check, Schwinn grips check... but no frame breaks! Mostly purrrrfect.

I loaded her up and thanked the guy for doubling the price and went on my way. The Wife looked at me and said she thought the sale had all the earmarks of a drug deal or a robbery. She said she bet this was his X wifes house and SHE is the one at church and he knew it. House key in a plastic yard rock... get away car idling in the road... sold it way below value... shady melon farmer extorting me at the last moment... But all I could do was to think that my Wife does not seem to be very trusting.

We started to drive to the oncoming winefest and I felt the stupid smile slowly drip off my face and get replaced with a desire to breathe. It was 51 degrees in Massachusetts at 12:15 today, so us New Englanders had the windows partially open the the Jeep. This caused the fur, dust and dander, previously encasing the old bike, to become airborne and circle the cab of the Jeep. I must be allergic to Ex-wives prehensile polydactile felines as I had to pull over and get out of the car to live. I also pulled the bike out to beat it with leather work gloves until it yielded most of the grunge left on the paint, fenders and in the spokes.

After a long stop at a Winery, where every bottle was tasted twice by the everybody but me, we said bye to the Brother and brought the bike home. It is too late to start on her, but I will soon. I am still eyeing how far the sissy bar is down in the sissy tube.

More soon

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Part 3

Well... instead of going to bed like a normal person would have, I sat in front of the Chopper with a glass of Scotch. I mentally went over the wrong and missing parts and tried to remember what I have in the boxes, shelves and bins in the bike shop part of the garage. I was able to find quite a lot of the bits, some used and some NOS. Since I have a Blue TCW from 69 already, I will likely make this correct without using the best of the best. I have a NOS slik and perfect seat that wants to be on a "Keeper" so I will not use them on this bike. A Keeper is a bike that will be thrown into my grave with me along with my Mosrite Guitar signed by Johnny Ramone, Eerie Magazine #1, a George Dickel Powderhorn signed by Leonard Nimoy and my OJ Simpson rookie card. Or more likely, the Keepers will all be brought to Salvation Army as soon as I begin to drool and can't remember who the Vice President is.

Anyway, I took this pic after the third glass around 11pm. The lack of focus was not limited to the subject of the picture.
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