New ride for 2014

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It was time for a change, my 2003 heritage softail was tired and in dire need of some lovn'. Still in progress this is how it looks now. The frame was hard tailed and raked to 60 deg. The idea is to make this thing as road worthy and reliable as possible while still being able to turn heads anywhere I take it, I think we're just about there. Stay tuned for more progress!


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