When this bike originally hit the end of Harley’s production line, it was a 1997 Harley-Davidson FLSTS Heritage Springer which was a pretty rare item to find on any dealer’s showroom, but it wasn’t quite special apparently as it’s been totally Southwested from stem to stern incorporating both cowboys and Indians in one platform. In a cartoon-oriented world, it looks like it could have been covered with Warner Bros. Acme glue and driven through that Southwest icon on I-10, the legendary (and definitely worth a stop if you’re passing by) El Paso Saddleblanket store until it was turned into this slightly over the top springer.

There’s enough animal hide on this baby to make PETA really pissed. Take the kangaroo-covered tank panel, mud flaps and even the horned helmet (do kangaroos have horns now?) along with the flourish of fringe everywhere you look. Even the Indian-style fender lamp has the fringe going on although I like the hippie-look change. And, the term “saddle” takes on a simplistic meaning with a real leather saddle for a saddle, although this is one time I think I’d rather ride an English–style riding saddle as that doesn’t have the ruin-your-day potential of the Western saddle horn in a hard stop. Might not be a problem, but I get a little squeamish just thinking about that particular feature. The floorboards are made from real barn wood and trimmed in fringe to compliment the mud flaps and, well, you take a look and add up all the fringe.

There’s also a lot of other cowboy stuff like the real 1870s bull whip, the once-a-canteen-now-an air cleaner, silver spurs, silver coins, the 45-caliber Colt long bullet lower belt guard, and more. Indian tip-o-the-hats involve the real wool Indian bedroll just behind the seat, arrow heads and spear heads, and, well there’s more stuff. Check it out yourself and get back to me.

Mechanically, it’s still pretty stock except for a few easily reversible details like the 19” apes and Vance & Hines Big Shots fishtail exhaust. Wax on, wax off so to speak. Other than seat comfort, there’s not much keeping the owner from putting miles on this bike. To paraphrase the standard movie disclaimer, “No Harleys were hurt in this production.”

Somebody just had a desire for something different and went for it with booth barrels blaring. Hey, if it makes somebody happy, who am I to judge? It’s about indulging your own fantasies and everybody’s got their own fantasy, just ask them if you dare opening that door.