What do you love about these magnificent machines?
So I thought I would ask the question.
What do you guys love about these magnificent machines?
Personally I love the personality that each and every HD has.
The solitude of riding and wrenching, and the ability/opportunity to pass along this passion to my little boy..
Thanks for reading and hopefully responding, be safe and enjoy
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I just remember when I was a kid back in the fifties and seeing the old Harleys (new at the time) and thinking one of these days I'm gonna be ridin one of those. Well I finally grew up and low and behold I'm the old geezer that some of the kids are lookin at.
Still love em, wounldn't trade my old scooter for anything. Been riding Harleys for about 35 years now. I like some of the other bikes for what they are, but they are not for me. Just give me an old shovel or an old pan, a little gas, and I'm a happy camper.
Oh yeah and a good set of tools to wrench on them with.
Scooter
I've found a new passion. She doesn't ask much, regular maintenance, gas, etc. and she gives me so much more...
I love the feeling of the wind in my face, my hair streaming behind me in the wind, and yeah, I love the looks I get from guys (especially the ones in their jacked up Ford Pickups) when they realize that's a lady riding that Harley.
I've been a risk taker all my life so I guess I'd have to add that I love the element of danger involved in riding. I don't ride beyond my limits (although I do get pushed to try new things... Thanks to a good friend) and I ride as safely as possible, but that element of risk is still there.
Kind of sappy but, its how I feel.
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Why is it that I can have a raging headache from stress at work, come home and take even a 30 minute ride, and when I get off, no headache and I am so happy. What is that?
Why is it when I go out to wrench, clean, just fiddle with the bike that a couple hours have passed before I even notice time? And when I am done, I feel like the beast says, ahhh, thank you?
Why is it that even though each class of Harley is the same, I never get tired of looking at another persons bike, what they did to it, and even see in their face how much THEY love it?
Why do I feel like I'm so different when I am riding? Like I'm not who I am to society, but I am ME?
Why do I think it looks perfect, only to be going thru the book looking for more stuff to put on it?
Why, whenever I go by her in the garage, I TALK to her..."hi Lucy" "your looking good today" "sorry we couldn't ride today" "omg your a beautiful beast" "wanna ride?" "Oh, it's ok, we'll ride tomorrow, honest"...
Why do I run my hand across the tank and just smile and feel.........content?
Why...is steel, moving parts, rubber..........such an amazing therapy?
That's what I love...the Mystery of why these machines give so much GOOD to a person.



