The rebel chopper and the redneck bobber - by John Dao
The rebel chopper and the redneck bobber - by John Dao

It started out as a childhood dream. I wasn’t out of high school and wanted a choppah already. I would see my dad ride off with friends almost every weekend and it sucked to just stand in the driveway and watch ‘em leave…. Anyway, I finally got my Sportster and it has always been my favorite. At first, it would piss me off to hear people refer to ‘em as “girl bikes”…. I laugh at this now, but, back then it wouldn’t take much to get me going… LOL…
So as I said, I always wanted a Sportster and finally, was able to get one and what a time it was to get it!!! My friend David who lives really close to our house has always had contact with dirt bikes as a kid, but he got himself a Sportster just about the same time I did, funny, ‘cause it’s the same model and same year and we didn’t even plan this! So, as soon as the word got around, I gave him a call. We hooked up to check out the bikes and ride around in a couple a’ beat up 883’s that nobody really wanted except us. As time went by, and not much time, we started having trouble with the bikes, technical problems actually. My bike had caught on fire before I bought it or so we heard, so the electrical wiring was pretty crisp. It had an S&S super E carb with air leaks and way too big jets for an 883. My rear wheel was a little off because the rear swing arm was bent. Only heaven holds the answer to that! LOL… It would sputter when I would go from idle to mid range rpm`s… LOL…. You people understand it needed work.

On the other hand, Davids’ bike was needing work on the tranny and he rode it till it wouldn’t ride no more. This also happened around the same time as mine, so we started working on ‘em, changing parts, fitting parts and making parts, although I know it’s hard to believe, but in this part of the world, you just don’t come across everything you want and need when you want and need ‘em. Now I’m not gonna go into details about why you don’t… because it would just change the direction of my concentration… So we put our melons to work and came up with some pretty cool ideas every now and then. Keeps your bike runnin’, so no prob, huh? David took care of his tranny, brought back some parts from the USA and he got himself an S&S super E, brand new. I had never seen one in a box before…LOL. He also got a couple of curved drag pipes, a big ol’ ape, about 18 inches, I think… some grips and forward controls. We got to work and put it all on his bike and it looked awesome… really, a 70’s style sportie with an evo on it.

We then went to work on mine, with my dad and a couple of friends from a local custom motorcycle shop. We re-did the wiring, took care of the air leak, got a second hand rear swing arm, rejetted the carb and changed my stock ignition module for a Dyna Performance 2Ki. I had a gameboy laying around and somebody else had the Dyna Performance 2Ki laying around, sooo… we swaped!! LOL!!! Now we had a couple of nice riding sportsters. One looked like a seventies sportie choppah and the other looked pretty stock with a butt ugly head lamp!

Well, we went out riding for a couple of nights to get used to the bikes and went to the bar to have a couple of brews. It was all good, until one night, I got really drunk at home and decided to race to the bar, “loser buys” I said!! I got into a pretty bad crash and was left with only one solution; it was time to get my sportie chopped….so we got to work. Besides sending the tank to get straightened; my Dad had in his garage some old wide front forks and a couple of police edition mag wheels laying around which he gave to me they were both 16” so it was perfect. It looked short and fat, and I liked the look.
We took the engines apart on both bikes, bored the cylinders and brought them up to 1200cc, and did minor porting on the cylinder heads. After painting the bikes, I got hold of some very nice headers a cousin of mine had laying around, worked on the S&S air filter cover, took care of minor details that were pending and that’s it!
We finished the “Rebel Choppah” ta’boot with my own redneck bobber to pay proud homage to my grandfathers’ “Capt Jim’s Redneck Bar” and the South!!









