Yeah, it's a 61 Moby approx. plungeur I have more pix. I don't have the ped anymore.
COOL STORY BRO HERE:
I was given the used car high pressure sales job to buy the moby from a "friend". I wanted it and put my wife and I thru hard times to pay for it. I later resigned myself to selling/trading it and some other stuff for silly shit like rent and food. After I "sold" it, (traded for an Italian Harley) I was then subjected to severe, phony ass kissing, back patting and buddying up by the very same "friend" who eventually got his greasy dickbeaters on the moby as well. Daily phone calls, nightly emails, long stories of riding a similar bike and general but clearly borderline psychopathic pestering have a way of wearing a normal person down. My "friend" weaseled-to-win by going to the guy I did the trade with and shit talking to the guy about how he (the Harley seller) got ripped off in the trade. My "friend" ended up with the moby and the Harley and after all his wistful proclamations about how much he loved the Harley; sold it. I guess it's an "ends justify the means" kinda modern progressive attitude that can allow such an abject squelching of conscience.
Later, that same "friend" warned me about giving up too much info on a '85 Puch Maxi LS deal I was working on. He was concerned someone might scoop it. Deliriously ironic. (edited)