My trip to Harley-land: a couple years ago my cousin started a business buying used Harleys here in America and shipping them to Japan to be customized and sold. She sent me all over north Florida buying Lowriders. My job: test ride, check vin #s, trailer it home and prep it for shipping. I got to ride a bunch of them. I went over each one with a fine tooth comb. I remember so many times standing back and looking at them. Loaded with chrome, custom paint, tassles, and custom do-dads stuck on them from one end to the other, I would think to myself, WHY???? Why waste the time to put al this chrome and beautiful paint on this hunk-a-junk? These words come to mind: heavy, clumsy, slow, sluggish, spongy, poor engineering, hard to start, I could go on and on. I'd be getting them ready for shipping in the garage and the neighbors would come over to drool on them. "Are ya gonna take it for a ride before ya ship it?" they'd ask. My reply..."Why?? I just had no interest in riding the thing anywhere. They're more fun to push than they are to ride, if that's possible. At any one time I'd have at least one, sometimes two in my garage. My opinion: what a waste of good steel. Guess I don't fit the mold of a Harley rider either.
Then I bought an FJR. Oh my soul. As of today it's been 8 days since I rode the FJR. Still healing from my surgery. Feel like I'm going through withdrawl.
Gary
darksider #44