A few weeks back, She Who Must Be Obeyed suggested that I roll the Harley out of the shed and go for a ride, just to clear the cobwebs.

It sounded like a great idea, weather was perfect, traffic almost negligible and both the Harley and I needed a few hours on the road.

After the usual checks, lights, indicators, oil, fuel and tyre pressures, I rolled the bike out onto the launching pad. For the first time I really noticed that my beloved HOG weighs in at 317 kilos or 698 lbs unladen. Throw in the wet weather gear, camera, phone, tyre repair kit, tool kit and a few other odds and ends and the bike certainly is no lightweight.

When I threw the leg over the seat, a further little issue arose. My right boot came into solid contact with the pillion perch and threw me quite off balance. As I always hold the bars when mounting I didn’t fall but I frightened the tripe out of myself, not to mention putting a dirty scrape over the perch.

So there I was, all kitted up to hit the road only to encounter unwelcome distractions before I’d even hit the starter.

Of course, being a bloke, it’s important to always have someone or something to blame when things go a bit pear shaped.

In this instance I was fortunate that there was something to blame. Oh no, not advancing age, buggered knees , a bad back and stiff joints generally.

It was obviously the fault of the pillion perch. Too wide, too high and all together far too prominent.

A solution was close at hand. MJM Custom Motor Bike Seats is located just around the corner from Casa Creakingbones and Mick, the proprietor is well know to me.

Now as luck would have it, I just happened to have a spare Harley pillion perch tucked away in my man cave. Identical dimensions to the one installed on the Harley of course.

Post haste, spare pillion perch under my arm, I was at Mick’s front counter and we discussed practical solutions to my dilemma.

Mick drew a few lines on the spare and I decided that it’s proposed reduced surface area and new shape would solve my problems.

Today I collected the finished perch and fitted it to the bike. To say I’m delighted would be an under statement.

It fits the bike perfectly, my right foot clears it by miles and it still retains its little back support for me when I’m in the saddle.

Here are before and after photos so you can see the difference.






On the odd occasions when carriage of a pillion passenger may be unavoidable, the new perch will fit the bill, provided that the journey is not too great.

After the Christmas break when the traffic eases and the desperados have reached their destinations I’ll venture out and about to show my motorcycle mates the fantastic job Mick has done and demonstrate that despite bung knees and all the rest, Β my Harley suits me to a ‘T’.

Hoo roo for now.





  1. These’s a bit of parallel thinking going on up here near the North Pole, Bones!
    I am beginning to run into similar issues with my Ultra Limited, love the bike mostly but she is such a big heavy lady, another 100kg’s on yours! Your solution seems ideal, mine is probably not so straightforward, such are the joys of getting older!😟😟😟

    1. I had a look at a Fat Bob the other day. It looked fantastic with that massive star painted on the tank.Threw the leg over and guess what, probably the most uncomfortable motor bike I’ve ever experienced. That one sit turned me off the chance of a test ride and possible purchase. I reckon the FLSTC will certainly see me out.

  2. Even though I am not a motorcyclist myself (imagine blind old me on one of those) they are certainly art to the eyes. I also love your blog writing style πŸ™‚ Thanks for the story πŸ™‚

  3. In 1967 (when I was 21 years old) I had a beautiful BRG 650 Triumph Bonneville. We were blood brothers. We went everywhere together. One evening north of Baltimore, Maryland, in a fine drizzle, my mechanical brother decided to go his own way at about 45mph, leaving me to bounce along the highway studying the wonderfully intricate geometry of gravel and small rocks, for a hundred or so feet. An Army truck (what the military calls a deuce and a half) on its way to Aberdeen Proving Grounds ran over my ungrateful bike and missed me by about ten feet. This was my last adventure on these two wheeled devils!

  4. You had a very lucky escape. I hope you didn’t loose too much skin and broke no bones. Trumpies are great bikes, Years back I had a Bonneville but left it for a flirt with BMW but for the past 25 years or so it’s been Harley’s. They are great tourers, not too fast, don’t corner like sports bikes but boy oh boy, don’t they look great. Most important to an old bloke like me.

    I gave it a wash and polish today and got the bike ready for a 2017 early start. Can’t wait.
    Take care, hoo roo for now and thanks for reading my blog.

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