DK Custom Products Freewheeler Rear Suspension Kit

As noted in a previous post, I was disabled in a work accident in 2004. After numerous attempts to stay on two wheels or somehow trike my faithful old shovelhead, I finally broke down and bought a 2016 FLRT Freewheeler, which I’ve named The Box Turtle.

If you’ve never ridden a trike, let me warn you up front that they are very different from a two-wheeled (solo) ride. For starters, Harley trikes have no lean, which means you’re fighting centrifugal force in turns. It’s disconcerting, at best, to feel that the machine you’re on is about to tip over on you…. and, for the record and contrary to popular belief, trikes can tip over if not handled correctly! I use my upper body as a counterweight in hard turns, and closely monitor my throttle input, and (knock wood) seem to get along.

Then there’s the steering, the exact opposite of a solo ride. We’re taught to countersteer on a two-wheeler, e.g.: to push out on the right handgrip in order to lean into a righthand curve. Do that on a trike and you will find yourself going left, and fast! It’s the same with sidecar rigs, too. That trick can be pretty distracting (and/or terrifying) until you get used to it! 😱

My prior experience with three-wheeled machines was limited to test-riding the shovel-powered trike we built for a wheelchair rider in the early ’80s….
….and the sidecar rig I assembled in the mid-’80s.

Knowing this, I approached my trike as if I’d never ridden before, taking slow putts around the neighborhood, and going to the church parking lot at the top of the hill to get more familiar with turning and response. I took my time, and gradually built up to where I could take short errands. Then I graduated to rides on the rural roads around Central Texas, building speed and confidence in my machine and my abilities.

My first ‘big’ ride on The Box Turtle was a run to the Post Office.

Now? Now I take it out in the Hill Country, on routes like the Twisted Sisters, and ride it like a damn canyon carver. 😎

Utopia, Texas!

Once I was familiar with the machine, I began adapting it to my disabilities.

I started with the FXRP cop saddle I’d souvenired off my late great FXRS. I had a welder fashion a mount for the nose, and used the OEM springs and brackets for the rear. Then I had Bob Lee Peña over at Texas Steelhorse Saddles build me a pillion pad. I highly recommend Bob and Steelhorse, BTW. That pad fits and looks like a factory item!

I also played with the controls, including removing the heel shifter and adjusting the handlebars. The trike came with a windshield (essential so I’m not fighting the wind with my messed-up back muscles) so I was spared any expense there. I still need taller bars, to compensate for the raised saddle height, but otherwise the trike was set up just the way I needed it, except that….

….the rear suspension liked to beat me half to death on anything other than the smoothest pavement. I rode rigid for decades, so it’s not as if I’m unaccustomed to ‘road sense’ but this was worse than any rigid I ever rode, and there didn’t seem to be any way to adjust for it. The stock shock absorbers allegedly had some adjustment in them, but you couldn’t prove it by me!

I found a trike forum and searched a bit, and finally asked for recommendations for replacement shocks. A bunch of folks chimed in, and DK Custom Products seemed to be the favorite. I went to their website and followed the prompts – model, ride preference, rider weight, luggage weight, two-up or solo – and, just to be sure, called customer service.

Then I ordered accordingly: 13″ shocks and a lift kit. It wasn’t cheap, but much less than kits from other outfits like Progressive and Legends.

Installation:

Two days door-to-door!

For starters, DL’s shipping was fast; the kit was on my doorstep within two days. And the stuff looked well made, too. The instructions seemed clear, and I had all the tools and experience, so I dug in.

The lift kit brackets.
Bushings and Allen wrench.
Pretty! Shiny! Space Age looking!

DK would have me believe I can R&R the shocks without removing the taco box from the trike. Maybe so, but I didn’t see it, so I removed the taco box first. No big thing: a handful of bolts and an electrical connector, and someone to help me wrestle the weighty, awkward sumbitch off the frame. Done and dusted!

The FLRT sans bodywork, with useless OEM air shocks still in place.

Had to jack the rear wheels off the ground and stabilize the rig, because the rear wheels are coming off.

You have to be careful where you place the jack and bracing. Consult your owner’s manual. I did!

Once the rear wheels are removed, the job is almost straight-up R&R, except that I’m adding the lift kit.

You can see the lift kit plate attached to the bottom shock mount. Note that the taco box comes off as a unit.
New shock and lift kit, left side.
New shock and lift kit, right side.

I got everything bolted up and jerry-rigged a taillight and took the trike for a ride, and…. no improvement whatsoever. 😳

Kit installed. Taco box to follow.

I contacted DK and followed their instructions to try and troubleshoot and resolve the issue, but wasn’t getting results. Then I got kicked up the chain of command to Devin, who designed the shocks. Between us, we sorted it out, and in the end I got the ride I’d been looking for. 👍🏽

The Box Turtle on Mount Bonnell Road, overlooking scenic Lake Austin.

Note that it’s still a straight axle, and will never be a cushy ride, but it is a completely different beast from the OEM setup. Well worth the bucks, IMO, and I’d go back to DK Custom Products in a heartbeat. As stated above, they made a mistake, yes, but they also took full responsibility, which goes a long way in my book. They also gave me a little boot to make up for the added labor. I appreciate the hell out of that kind of customer service.

And I’m loving the ride! 😎

♪ ♫ Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas…. ♫ ♪

A FACEBOOK FRIEND….

A Facebook friend reposted a two-year-old screed about late-model wankers with their heated handgrips, windshields, stereos and security systems, and I felt moved to respond.  As is my wont, I got windy about it.  Here’s what he wrote: 

To which I replied:

I don’t even like needing a windshield on a motorcycle, and wouldn’t run one if I hadn’t broken my damn back, but I have never seen the purpose of stereos, GPS systems and such. Get your Prius out of the garage, if you need all that shit!  

My 2016 FLRT Freewheeler: no fairing, no stereo, no GPS, no cupholder, no bullshit…. It’s early days – I’ve only owned her for a couple of years – but she’s already lost weight, like the heavy chrome bumper and engine guards. Don’t be surprised if she loses even more weight as time goes by. I like my motorcycles stripped near to naked! 😏
My 1954/66/74 shovelhead stripped near to naked, at left, and with the pogo-stick saddle and windshield I was forced to add after the 35′ fall that broke my achin’ sacroiliac. As you might imagine from my rantings on this page, I would much rather have the iteration at left! 😏

Still, I remember in the early ’70s, cats mounting alarm systems on their rides because…. hey!  If some motherfucker gets off with your bike, the odds are you’ll never see it again.  Most broke tramps I knew had everything they owned in that machine, and no insurance company was gonna cover a custom bike.  You and your bros were all that stood between your bike and the forces of evil.

I’ll never forget sitting at a party back in ’73: we’re all getting drunk and high and grooving to the tunes on the turntable, and all of a sudden we hear a fucking police radio right there in the room with us! Turned out to be the remote for the new alarm system on Al’s Sporty.  It could receive a signal from the alarm module if anyone fucked with his bike.  No one knew until that instant that it could also pick up radio transmissions! 😱 Talk about freaked out! 🤣
 
I’ve never had an alarm system on any of my bikes, but I also avoid parking them where I can’t keep an eye on them. If the bike’s not in my line of sight for any reason, it’s locked up tight and I’m checking on it at infrequent intervals. Gotta keep them thieves on their toes!

Even in my bolted and alarm-secured garage, my bikes are locked up. I worked hard to get and keep that shovel, and the FLRT parked beside it, and I’m not taking any chances on either of ’em going walkabout. Not on my watch! 😏

….if the bike’s not in my line of sight, it’s locked up tight and I’m checking on it at infrequent intervals. Gotta keep them thieves on their toes!

I remember sitting at local beer joints, watching as those of us who rode took turns hopping off our barstools and checking the parking lot.  It looked kinda funny, seeing us go up and down like a whore’s knickers, but we all knew none of our rides were safe unless we watched out for ’em.

And it wasn’t just paranoia.  I had a customer come in the shop with a Sporty shock that was bent almost in an ‘L’.  Naturally, I asked him what happened, thinking he’d been t-boned by a cager.  Nope.  He was at a titty bar on the north side.  He recalled parking his bike and passing a cluster of UT frat boys leaving as he walked in.  Nothing happened, he said – no harsh words or dirty looks or anything – but a few minutes later one of his buddies walked in and said ‘Man, what happened to your bike?  It’s layin’ on its side out there.’

Turned out someone – presumably the frat boys – knocked his bike over and did a fandango on it: stove in the fuel tank, bent the handlebars, fucked up the gauges, broke the mirrors, et cetera.  🤬🤬🤬

A few months later, I was sitting in a titty bar on the south side, rapping with a friend, and told him that story.  He got this sick look on his face, jumped up and ran out the door.  I just sat there, kind of amused, figuring he’d be right back….  but then he didn’t come back, so I went to check on him.  

As I push my way through the double doors to the parking lot, I see Doc on one side of his bike, and a young couple standing on the other.  Doc’s finger is in the guy’s face – he’s obviously pissed – and I’m thinking ‘Oops! Looks like we’re fixing to get down.’  I hit the second set of doors like a freight train, and as I do the chick turns to me and chirps ‘Oh, you think you’re bad?‘  😲

WTF? 🤷🏻‍♀️

The guy already looked like he was about to wet himself, with Doc growling at him, but when the chick said that the dude went bone-white, like he was about to faint right there.  😆

Turned out that when Doc walked out the guy was just about to throw a leg over Doc’s Triumph.  The kid wasn’t a thief – he was just an idiot showing off for his girlfriend – but Doc told me later that when he hit the parking lot, all he could do was point at the guy and say ‘Don’t!‘  His hand was shaking from the adrenaline rush, he said, and the one word was all he could muster in the moment.  By the time I came barreling through the doors, Doc had caught his breath and was just detailing the young man’s near-death experience for him, in great detail. 😈

Then the chick mouthed off at me, making everything worse.  😏

Oooooh, it could have gone sideways real quick-like, but we checked the bikes over, made sure nothing was damaged, and the kid (who apologized the whole while we were out there) insisted on buying us both drinks.  He must have had a come-to-Jesus discussion with his girlfriend, too, because before we were done with our free drinks the girl came over, knelt beside my chair and begged my forgiveness.  She even kissed my hand!  😲

Damn, I had a hard time keeping a straight face!  😆 


Of course, all that happened before ‘biker’ became synonymous with ‘middle-aged empty nester‘ and ‘man-bun-wearing hipster’. 🙄

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