Noticed a few like this seems a lot of people just buy to admire them lol
So a visit to Harley showroom
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Noticed a few like this seems a lot of people just buy to admire them lol
Mines 2 years old and has about 6000 miles on it, lol.
Good man, can I ask how tall you are?
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About 5 ft 10.
Test rode a Roadster stage 1 (cant remember the pipes and filter type) on Saturday at Chester HD. Very good fun if odd footpeg placement, noisy bike too with the mod. Not sure about buying but the ride was comfier than I expected and handling was spot on! Never had a Harley before but always wanted one. Its not the traditional cruiser though and whilst historic looking I don't know if I'd regret it..
Yeah might do, like the more retro look of the Harley, but ultimately whatever is most fun will get my cash!
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I'm on the hunt for a new toy and this has caught my eye. One potential issue is my height (183cm) although I've not ridden one yet so can't confirm.
Guy on my road has a Harley in the nearly 2 years I've been here I've seen him wheel it out the garage into the drive, turn it on then occasionally rev it before wheeling it back inside about 5 or 6 times and then last week he actually took it out for a ride....and was back and in the garage before my bike had even warmed up for me to leave
Buell once made some wicked bikes and had they been around when I passed my test I may have bought an XB Streetfigher. Harleys are all about show (and noise!) and I've never gotten close to buying one. There's a showroom near here which is cool to walk around but ultimately I don't really get them.
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Why limit yourself by going new, if you go used a whole lot of other Harleys come into you view. Also depends on you yourself, are you a screamer or happy to cruise about.
I would like a Fatboy but settled for a Superglide that has had some official work done to it
I would like a Fatboy but settled for a Superglide that has had some official work done to it
Race with a Harley
I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed
to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really
twisting sections of mountain road with no straight sections to
speak of and where most of the bends have warning signs that
say "MAX SPEED 50 KPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those
big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where
handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could
catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and
cornering. Three corners later, I was on his mudguard. Catching him
was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the
mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly
got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd
manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but
when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out-power me. His
horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me
more determined than ever.
My only hope was to out-brake him. I held off squeezing the lever
until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an
instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of
his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before
the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.
But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I
stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the
canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see
him in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles
before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I
was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the
tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more
than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was
not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain and I had
preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of Brit iron.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled
so hard in my life. And, some of the credit must go to Raleigh
cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...
I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed
to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really
twisting sections of mountain road with no straight sections to
speak of and where most of the bends have warning signs that
say "MAX SPEED 50 KPH".
I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those
big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where
handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.
I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could
catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and
cornering. Three corners later, I was on his mudguard. Catching him
was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.
Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the
mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly
got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd
manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but
when we came out he'd get on the throttle and out-power me. His
horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me
more determined than ever.
My only hope was to out-brake him. I held off squeezing the lever
until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an
instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of
his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before
the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.
But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I
stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the
canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see
him in my rear-view mirror.
Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles
before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I
was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the
tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more
than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was
not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the mountain and I had
preserved the proud tradition of one of the best bits of Brit iron.
I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled
so hard in my life. And, some of the credit must go to Raleigh
cycles, as well. They really make a great bicycle...
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NVM
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