Unfortunately this is off a Honda Steed 400.. from 1989. My Shadow is a 600..from 2002. If it doesn't fit I'll just go buy some Harley Davidson springer front end and make it fit. I leave you with this picture of coolness:
Springers on My Mind. No, Not Jerry Springer, but Jerri Springer. How Many Times Can I Say Springer in a Title?
Digging around on the interwebs today led to Jeris Springers. By looking at their site, it looks like they've been featured on a bunch of shows including American Chopper. Anyhow, I'm trying to source a springer front end for the Shadow from the Philippines since they have the Shadow over there --except its called a Steed-- that comes with an OEM springer front end. Picture for reference:
Unfortunately this is off a Honda Steed 400.. from 1989. My Shadow is a 600..from 2002. If it doesn't fit I'll just go buy some Harley Davidson springer front end and make it fit. I leave you with this picture of coolness:
Unfortunately this is off a Honda Steed 400.. from 1989. My Shadow is a 600..from 2002. If it doesn't fit I'll just go buy some Harley Davidson springer front end and make it fit. I leave you with this picture of coolness:
Tearing The Shadow Down
...in the 100 degree weather we're experiencing here in SoCal. Today I went ahead and took off the seat and the rear fender getting ready to put the solo seat on. Just waiting for the light kit to get in and we're off to the races. Still trying to decide on what color to paint the tank, but if I don't get it painted by the time the seat is done, I'll just rattle can it black for the time being. In the pic below I placed the seat on there to get an idea of what its gonna look like. Gonna lop off that rear fender frame during the week.
Until next time ladies and gents.
Until next time ladies and gents.
AMEN.
"ONCE UPON A TIME, MEN WORE THE PANTS, AND WORE THEM WELL. Women rarely had to open doors and little old ladies never crossed the street alone. Men took charge because thats what they did. But somewhere along the way, the World decided it no longer needed men. Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khakis and left stranded on the road between boyhood and androgyny. But today, there are questions our genderless society has no answers for. The world sits idly by as cities crumble, children misbehave and those little old ladies remain on one side of the street. For the first time since bad buys, we need heros. We need grown-ups. We need men to put down the plastic fork, step away from the salad bar and untie the world from the tracks of complacency. It's time to get your hands dirty. It's time to answer the call of manhood. IT'S TIME TO WEAR THE PANTS."