The story on Joe's bike could be titled "Family Feud." His dad originally bought the shovelhead back in 1970, got some miles on it, then got bored (don't ask me how) and stashed it in the garage.
Ten years later, Joe decided he'd have to fix up the rusty, dusty, but still trusty Hog, complete with dog piss on the tires. He was offered a measly $500 for it by his local dealer on a trade in. But this was the bike he wanted. He figured he'd chop the heck out of it - that is, till he was deprogrammed by Michael Gatt at Michael's Motorcycle Works. Michael notified Joe of the value of a stone stocker and told him what a dumby he'd be for chopping it.
The rebuild was extensive, both inside and out, with Gatt doing the motor work and Jesse James the Rolls Royce red and white paint. Therein lies the basis of the feud. Yep, you know who wants it back. Father used to know best, but Joe's dad stooped to an Aspencade, and now asks how "his" bike is doing.
"Sorry, Pops, this ride's for me," counters Joe.