Why My Harley is So Much Better Than Your Bike

[DrD]

why yes....  we so do.

on a flipside, don't care what they ride, just that they actually ride and not waste all day at the bar. Burning daylight.....  i can't stand poker runs that are just drinking runs. I'm here to ride, Folks!!

I am obliged to mention this:

Dot's cousin, Kurt, lives in upper state NY, about mid-state.  Each year he rides his HD (I can't recall the model, but big, two wheel tourer) down to DC for the Rolling Thunder thing with his wife on the back.  He says he would like to go on longer rides, but he can't get enough time off from work.  BTW, his right leg is artificial.

Kurt rides.  

[Sport-Touring]

[black hills]

I'm going on one tomorrow.. it's for a great cause and I will have fun with ta lot of old friends, but seriously 9:30-5:00 to do 153 mi. at least there are steaks and beer at the end

So I have to give the HD guys credit. Sure it took 6 1/2 hours to go 150 miles, but:
nobody drank until the last stop, everyone had 1 there.
back in town they had transportation to take you from your hotel/cabin to the social
Everyone was smiling and laughin the whole day
240 people raised $30,000 for the accident victims fund!!

they might not be as bad as you think

Disclaimer:
in the spirit of STN HD bashing I have to disclose the fact that one HD broke down (there was a chase vehicle with a trailer to pick it up) one lady dumped her sportster on some road construction gravel, and there were several people I was scared to ride anywhere near and couldn't beieve more didn't crash

[stevent]

Shamelessly stolen!

Real Motorcycling

Stalking the mean streets. Heading a posse deep into the badlands. Carrying the flag for all America in uncertain times. Enforcing good old-fashioned values. Purging the roadhouses of squids and posers. Sitting tall and righteous in the saddle.

Brawny, confident men with a down-to-earth honesty, just like their machines. No need for endless chattering when a couple well-placed fists will set the record straight. No need for a buzzy mess of tiny cylinders when a massive V-Twin does the job in staggering style. Men who wear the same colors as they did yesterday and will tomorrow, instead of fashions and loyalties that are translated from a foreign language and change like the wind. Rough and tumble men who have the force and might to prevail against any odds.

Motorcycles with the torque to twist any atrocity cycle into a pretzel and squash their riders into raw sewage. Engines of iron, pushrods and roller bearings. Power bands as broad as the muscle and pride of the riders. Wheels with spokes, fenders of steel and saddles of leather. The ripping thunder and roar that has become a second national anthem. A sound of authority, of anger and of the power of real men. Men who have earned the respect and awe of all America. Riding machines that define what motorcycling is all about.

You either fit in here, or you watch real life pass you by.

-The Highwayman__________
'twas a great troll perpetrated on ADv by a talented soul.

Reading that gave me an erection.

[Mr.Black]

Reading that gave me an erection.

Reading this gave me an erection

[Geno]

That's pretty sick. I wonder how it would look on my ST1300? I could put Velcro on it so I can attach it to my Versys too.  

If I could find one of them with chrome tits, my life would be complete

[beavis]

Apparently you peckerheads didn't comprehend my first post here. Let me reiterate; "My Harley is Much Better Than your Bike". Now that you all are in awe of my renegade, badass, skull adorned, shirt sleeves with flames self, let me explain the difference between you and me. You wear "all the gear, all the time" and I wear jeans (now chromed), leather, lots of skulls everywhere and flames on my shirt sleeves. It's pretty obvious who the slave to fashion is here. And then there is my bike. My Harley puts out 120 horse power. How do I know that? Because a guy I know who said his Harley, which is a Road King like mine, puts out 100 horse power (it has the "twin cam roller bearings" upgrade) and I beat him in a race. Well, it wasn't really a race, as such, but I did a better job of keeping up with traffic. My bike is badass. Your bikes. . . oh, Lord, where do I start. Your bikes are just plain inferior. I remember one time some punk on a Hayabusa thought his bike was badder than mine. He pulled up to me at a stop light, looking like a dog humping a football, and began revving his engine. Well, when the light changed, I unleashed all of the torque from that big v-twin and got my rear tire to squeal. He was so intimidated that he just sat there and shook his head. I actually felt so bad that, moments later, when he  wheelied past me, I decided not to give him anymore (why make him feel worse than he already felt).

In my next post I'm going to tell you all about my vest. It's got an eagle on it.

[TBone]

I get all squishy inside imagining that vest.

Please hurry.

[Cobalt]

Apparently you peckerheads didn't comprehend my first post here. Let me reiterate; "My Harley is Much Better Than your Bike". Now that you all are in awe of my renegade, badass, skull adorned, shirt sleeves with flames self, let me explain the difference between you and me. You wear "all the gear, all the time" and I wear jeans (now chromed), leather, lots of skulls everywhere and flames on my shirt sleeves. It's pretty obvious who the slave to fashion is here. And then there is my bike. My Harley puts out 120 horse power. How do I know that? Because a guy I know who said his Harley, which is a Road King like mine, puts out 100 horse power (it has the "twin cam roller bearings" upgrade) and I beat him in a race. Well, it wasn't really a race, as such, but I did a better job of keeping up with traffic. My bike is badass. Your bikes. . . oh, Lord, where do I start. Your bikes are just plain inferior. I remember one time some punk on a Hayabusa thought his bike was badder than mine. He pulled up to me at a stop light, looking like a dog humping a football, and began revving his engine. Well, when the light changed, I unleashed all of the torque from that big v-twin and got my rear tire to squeal. He was so intimidated that he just sat there and shook his head. I actually felt so bad that, moments later, when he  wheelied past me, I decided not to give him anymore (why make him feel worse than he already felt).

In my next post I'm going to tell you all about my vest. It's got an eagle on it.

Ok, sweetie.

Oh, I found a pic of you.

[sammyseaman]

Reading this gave me an erection

Reading how his erection gave you an erection doesn't give me an erection. And that   me

[black hills]

so does awesomeness come with the bike or is it an option?

[stromgal]

All those erections with no place to go.....  

[Cobalt]

All those erections with no place to go.....  

I remember those days.  

Life is better now.  

[stromgal]

 

[Mr.Black]

All those erections with no place to go.....  

I'll make more!!

[Mr.Black]

Apparently you peckerheads didn't comprehend my first post here. Let me reiterate; "My Harley is Much Better Than your Bike". Now that you all are in awe of my renegade, badass, skull adorned, shirt sleeves with flames self, let me explain the difference between you and me. You wear "all the gear, all the time" and I wear jeans (now chromed), leather, lots of skulls everywhere and flames on my shirt sleeves. It's pretty obvious who the slave to fashion is here. And then there is my bike. My Harley puts out 120 horse power. How do I know that? Because a guy I know who said his Harley, which is a Road King like mine, puts out 100 horse power (it has the "twin cam roller bearings" upgrade) and I beat him in a race. Well, it wasn't really a race, as such, but I did a better job of keeping up with traffic. My bike is badass. Your bikes. . . oh, Lord, where do I start. Your bikes are just plain inferior. I remember one time some punk on a Hayabusa thought his bike was badder than mine. He pulled up to me at a stop light, looking like a dog humping a football, and began revving his engine. Well, when the light changed, I unleashed all of the torque from that big v-twin and got my rear tire to squeal. He was so intimidated that he just sat there and shook his head. I actually felt so bad that, moments later, when he  wheelied past me, I decided not to give him anymore (why make him feel worse than he already felt).

In my next post I'm going to tell you all about my vest. It's got an eagle on it.

Don't the flies buzzing around your ol' ladies va-jj kind a make you go ew?

[beavis]

Don't the flies buzzing around your ol' ladies va-jj kind a make you go ew?

OK, you can have her back.

[beavis]

so does awesomeness come with the bike or is it an option?

Of course it comes with the bike, nimrod, but you can always add more! It's just how much Harley you buy will determine how awesome you become. When I bought my Harley I told the salesman that money was no object as long as the payment was affordable. I wanted all the awesomeness that Harley could offer. He said "I have just the bike for you" and showed me a Road King. I said a Road King is good but kind of common. He then proceeded to tell me why this one was so different. "You see" he said, " "This Road King is a little known special version. There are no cheesy name plates or stickers on this special model. For the extra $3,000 over the base model you will get the very unique "Squealing Beagle" edition with extra shiny exhaust pipes". I couldn't see a difference but he assured me it was there. I asked him "did the chrome make it faster" and he responded "of course". I asked him where I would be on the "awesome meter" on this machine and he said "you would be at the very top of awesomeness". Needless to say, I didn't hesitate. Extra speed and awesomeness clear to the top; well worth it.

[Mr.Black]

OK, you can have her back.

Nah. Yer mums more than I can handle.

[beavis]

Nah. Yer mums more than I can handle.

Whatever you say, son.

[beavis]

Breaking news! I have just added a second American flag to my Harley. That and I just purchased a second black "Never forget" "MIA" do-rag. Starbucks, here I come!