“I know how my father must have felt tooling down the road in 1947. I’m nnot sure I’d get that feeling on a Yamaha.”
Today’s Harleys are nothing like yesterdays, and bikes are pretty much the same when it comes to simply enjoying the ride. I’ve never figured out this mysterious magical world Harley riders think they are in when riding a Harley. I’ve ridden them and probably 100+ other bikes and I was never impressed with any Harley over anything else. The ride was the basically the same; noise, wind, and power. Big deal. To each his own but let’s not fall into an LSD trip thinking a Harley is somehow magically different. Jeez, ya think riding a Harley was like eating a bowl of Lucky Charms…”Magically Delicious!”
It’s not the same. I rode a vintage. Bobber. Recently, and it was truly magical. We are not all in it for the same thing.
It’s not the same. I rode a vintage. Bobber. Recently, and it was truly magical. We are not all in it for the same thing.