When the late Tom Gaskey went off to Vietnam, he left his Panhead in my care.  I decided to surprise him, so while he was away, I stripped it down and built him a chopper.  He knew nothing of the undertaking, until he returned from the wars.  Needless to say, he was a happy camper.  We use to call him ’’Maddog’’ in jest since he was so easy going and mellow.  A couple of years later he was shot and killed when someone tried to rob him.  I heard the low-life scumbag only got two years.  I don’t know what became of his bike.