Remember the days when you could look under the hood of a
automobile and see the ground beneath the engine? Now days, the actual estate under the hood is so crowded, you cannot even see the wheel wells.
Motorcycles have evolved in a similar fashion. My first bicycle was a 1974 Indian knock off from Taiwan. It was a simple stroke motor with a carburetor, points and condenser, an intake and exhaust-pipe, a kick start, and drum brakes. I could take that bicycle apart and reassemble it in a couple of hours. I had several other rides, both street and dirt over the years since that first bicycle.
Fast forward to 2006 and my first Harley. It was a brand spanking new
Dyna Wide Glide that I had personalized in to a unique expression of what I desired to ride and who I desired to be when I was on it. It was a icy looking bicycle and people said I looked icy riding it. It had an exhaust note that could force an involuntary bowel movement from unsuspecting near bystanders when I crooked the throttle. After years and 40,000 miles on the Wide Glide, the desire for icy had been overtaken by the desire for comfort. I am no poser. I ride. OK, ignore that photograph on the right of me sitting on the Wide Glide and re-read that statement. My point is I am not of those guys who finally gets permission from his spouse to buy a Harley, has the dealer ride it home for him, parks it in the garage, and puts a few hundred miles a year on it.
Fast forward again to 2010 and think about my new Harley. It is a pretty
FLTRX Road Glide Custom bathed in what Harley calls Scarlett red paint, that I named Hester. Compared to my elderly bikes, this thing had everything when I rode it off the dealer lot; dual ABS disk brakes, cruise control, electronic fuel injection, and adjustable air suspension. Still, I added more. I knew when I bought Hester that he would be my ticket to comfort on long road journeys. but the stock stool and handlebars were woefully uncomfortable. I had the stool modified with memory foam for butt relief on extended periods of riding. I installed handlebars that reach back to the rider position better so I don't must stretch and lean over to ride the damn thing. The exhaust I installed eliminates the the catalytic converter, which drops the temperature significantly while providing a hearty warning bark when I twist the throttle to alert clueless cagers of my propinquity to them. In a stroke if pure vanity, I painted the inner fairing and dash area to match the bright red finish. Those modifications are nice, but my favourite additions are the electronic devices.
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