Ya know the sideways V on a hard tail? can I put footpegs on the bottom tube of the V as opposed to the top? this will give my passenger more leg room. The only thing is danger. Yes, physically, it can't be mounted there, but is it dangerous?
It'll be on a motorcycle, which is inherently dangerous. However, I can't imagine it would be comfortable for the passenger for very long, unless your passenger has 6 foot long legs.
the chain running right next to their leg & possibly sucking their pant leg in would be my concern, which may be why everyone mounts them up...
Gotta make a guard. This is on a shovelhead I just finished. On my buell I have em mounted on the top of the lower bar. Also have a guard installed on it. Don't want any shoes or jeans getting sucked in there and taking you down as well.
I used a pair of old forward foot rests I had laying around and just welded them to my rear motor mount (sportster) Not to hijack this thread but since we are on the same subject how is everbody reinforcing the rear fender to hold someone's weight??
how is everbody reinforcing the rear fender to hold someone's weight??
Buy a led sled fender. Amazing product. No internal supports, my wife rides it all the time. Think they're 13g. Saw a video that they make them from the roofs of hummers that are being deployed to the middle east. So you have a cool story to go with your fender. Lol
Mount them up high.
Vinny has them at about "stock softail location".
But traditionally mount them up high, almost touching the crossbar.
If you mount them lower.......Lets face it: broads is broads.
Imagine:
You find yourself at the bar. It's nearing closing time. You look around and there's three chicks. 2 came with their husbands and the third was their sister in town on vacation. After playing pool with them all night you decide to set your sights on "straggler". Shes not ugly, but she is just so......gaytarded.
Bam. Round of cherry bombs for the 6 of you.
She has thanks you and 'obligatorily' has to chat with you. (We Are Young by FUN plays in the background.)
"OMG! I just LOVE this song. It's my Fave!"
You impress her by knowing all the words to the chorus.
Soon she realizes that you are quite funny. "Hey, he can't possibly be a bad guy. He looks cute enough. Why not?"
"What's up with that jacket? Do you like Sons of Anarchy? I just LOVE Jax. He's so handsome. I think guys that ride bikes are HOTT! Do you have a bike?"
To which you take a deep breath, resist the urge to smack the drink out of her hand, and reply cooly......
"It's not a motorcycle baby. It's a chopper."
You realize she does not catch the reference.
"Holy crap! Is it fast? Can you take me for a ride?"
Resist the urge to laugh like Santa Clause.
"Sure thing baby. Whatever you want. I'll even make you breakfast in the morning."
THIS^^ she 'gets your drift' and is DTF.
She tells her sisters that she is going for a ride on your 'chopper'.
You see them arguing from across the bar "by the light of last call" as you slip your coat on in the doorway.
At this point you ask yourself, "Wait and maybe get laid, or go home and eat a Jacks pizza and pass theF out?"
As you opt for the latter she comes running out to the parking lot to meet you just as you kick over your bike to start it.
"Is that a pedal start?" she says.
"Ugh. Sure is. Watch your feet, there isn't a chain guard...so keep them on the pegs. Hang on, and dammit don't be squirming all over the place or you'll put us in the ditch."
"A what guard?"
You ignore her dumb question as she squirms to get comfortable and wraps her arms around you.
Push in the clutch. Clunk it in gear. Wind up the mill a lil bit. Your bike loves this cool night air. Carefully navigate the 6over springer with the wobbly passenger through the parking lot as the drunks fumble with their car keys while giving you a 'thumbs up'. Look both ways as you pull onto the road and head home......outside city limits.
Dump the clutch and pop the front tire up a lil as you rip outta the lot. She loves it. Heck, so do you.
She's quiet on the back. Hope she isn't just gonna pass out on your couch. As you put the miles on you make it to the halfway mark. Homestretch. 3 seconds between telephone poles. 1onethousand, 2onethousand..........
Suddenly the bike pulls hard to the left. CHIRP! Brace yourself, this bike is gettin laid down.
As you roll to a stop in the grass....you pat yourself down. HOLY CRAP. All your limbs are intact.
Aww sh**. Where'd that friggen broad go?
You see the white light through your busted taillight on your bike in the opposite ditch. Her purse in the middle and random debris all over the road from what you can see by the moonlight.
It's eerily quiet after the roar of your bike for what seems like ever.
Not a car in sight as you squint....searching.
A phone rings.........not yours. You run to the muffled sound of Lady Antebellum's "Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not."
Found her. She seems fine, just quiet. Limp.
As you look her over you notice she's missing her left shoe.
You realize she's missing a more than her left shoe.
But that doesn't matter cuz she isn't waking up.
You realize this is gonna be a long night as Sunday Morning's light begins to crack over the horizon.
Buy a led sled fender. Amazing product. No internal supports, my wife rides it all the time. Think they're 13g. Saw a video that they make them from the roofs of hummers that are being deployed to the middle east. So you have a cool story to go with your fender. Lol
Thanks for your input I bought one from bare knuckle choppers it's a 12G .100" thick and I welded 2" strips of extra fender metal where the mounting points are. Can you post a pic of your sir? Please and thank you
Wish you ended the story in a glorious fashion. But you had to go with the Old Biker movie ending where you're always fucked or dead.
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Originally Posted by Bandersnatch
Mount them up high.
Vinny has them at about "stock softail location".
But traditionally mount them up high, almost touching the crossbar.
If you mount them lower.......Lets face it: broads is broads.
Imagine:
You find yourself at the bar. It's nearing closing time. You look around and there's three chicks. 2 came with their husbands and the third was their sister in town on vacation. After playing pool with them all night you decide to set your sights on "straggler". Shes not ugly, but she is just so......gaytarded.
Bam. Round of cherry bombs for the 6 of you.
She has thanks you and 'obligatorily' has to chat with you. (We Are Young by FUN plays in the background.)
"OMG! I just LOVE this song. It's my Fave!"
You impress her by knowing all the words to the chorus.
Soon she realizes that you are quite funny. "Hey, he can't possibly be a bad guy. He looks cute enough. Why not?"
"What's up with that jacket? Do you like Sons of Anarchy? I just LOVE Jax. He's so handsome. I think guys that ride bikes are HOTT! Do you have a bike?"
To which you take a deep breath, resist the urge to smack the drink out of her hand, and reply cooly......
"It's not a motorcycle baby. It's a chopper."
You realize she does not catch the reference.
"Holy crap! Is it fast? Can you take me for a ride?"
Resist the urge to laugh like Santa Clause.
"Sure thing baby. Whatever you want. I'll even make you breakfast in the morning."
THIS^^ she 'gets your drift' and is DTF.
She tells her sisters that she is going for a ride on your 'chopper'.
You see them arguing from across the bar "by the light of last call" as you slip your coat on in the doorway.
At this point you ask yourself, "Wait and maybe get laid, or go home and eat a Jacks pizza and pass theF out?"
As you opt for the latter she comes running out to the parking lot to meet you just as you kick over your bike to start it.
"Is that a pedal start?" she says.
"Ugh. Sure is. Watch your feet, there isn't a chain guard...so keep them on the pegs. Hang on, and dammit don't be squirming all over the place or you'll put us in the ditch."
"A what guard?"
You ignore her dumb question as she squirms to get comfortable and wraps her arms around you.
Push in the clutch. Clunk it in gear. Wind up the mill a lil bit. Your bike loves this cool night air. Carefully navigate the 6over springer with the wobbly passenger through the parking lot as the drunks fumble with their car keys while giving you a 'thumbs up'. Look both ways as you pull onto the road and head home......outside city limits.
Dump the clutch and pop the front tire up a lil as you rip outta the lot. She loves it. Heck, so do you.
She's quiet on the back. Hope she isn't just gonna pass out on your couch. As you put the miles on you make it to the halfway mark. Homestretch. 3 seconds between telephone poles. 1onethousand, 2onethousand..........
Suddenly the bike pulls hard to the left. CHIRP! Brace yourself, this bike is gettin laid down.
As you roll to a stop in the grass....you pat yourself down. HOLY CRAP. All your limbs are intact.
Aww sh**. Where'd that friggen broad go?
You see the white light through your busted taillight on your bike in the opposite ditch. Her purse in the middle and random debris all over the road from what you can see by the moonlight.
It's eerily quiet after the roar of your bike for what seems like ever.
Not a car in sight as you squint....searching.
A phone rings.........not yours. You run to the muffled sound of Lady Antebellum's "Are You Gonna Kiss Me or Not."
Found her. She seems fine, just quiet. Limp.
As you look her over you notice she's missing her left shoe.
You realize she's missing a more than her left shoe.
But that doesn't matter cuz she isn't waking up.
You realize this is gonna be a long night as Sunday Morning's light begins to crack over the horizon.
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