man.........everyone is arguing with everyone

you gettin all this in dennyo? damn fine forum watchin right here

 

Well now, this thread sounds like a bunch of bitches bitchin about other people bitchin. Y'all should do yourselves a favor and pick up some midol.

 

I'd like to complain about that one.

And for your entertainment

 

I waited 62 years (well, probably not my whole life) to buy a Harley. This is my first and I couldn't be happier.

I like the clunk into first. I like the sound when I first push the button. I like it all.

My only regret is that it's 4 degrees outside right now and can't ride.

 

and I agree with you too Which is why I have a Road King for cruisin and a ZX-11 to feed the need for speed.

 

My first was a 72 Ironhead, Is that close enough? And believe me, I know full well of what you speak. I kept it running for 4 seasons!! A true love-hate relationship. My next Harley was a 'mostly' 81. Actually more aggravating than the 72. ALWAYS something wrong with it. Drove me nuckin futs. But I wouldn't have traded those years for anything. My current ride is the first bike I have ever bought new. Literally of the show room floor. It has had almost no problems for three years. Now that I am old and decrepit, I think I prefer it this way now.

 

Welcome to the HD forum, poserville, USA. ha ha ha ha.

 

Well I think I will take a different approach than most of you. I think the happiest people on a Harley are those born to ride one.

My story: I was 14 years old and with my brother and Dad looking for a bike for my brother. We were at a Norton shop that also sold the new 1962 Honda 305 Dream, that's what my brother got. I was outside and this tough looking guy on a hardtail Harley showed up and my heart started to race. Something clicked inside me and I knew right then, that was the bike for me. Well I bought a basket case hardtail a few months later and started to try an figure out how to put it together. Now mind you I don't even have a license let alone the knowledge of even how this thing works. I spent many days and months trying to talk to bikers, dealers anybody that would help me put this bike together.

It took me almost a year and half to get the bike together. It ran but, leaked oil, parts fell off, only a rear brake, dropped it numerous times and pretty much beat up my body. My dad told me to sell it before I killed myself, all the while my brother wise cracked about his Honda running and not "falling apart" when he rode it.

Well I was able to ride that scoot after about 6 months and got most of the leaks fixed and managed to keep most parts on it to ride a few miles. I ended up selling it to get a Panhead that was already put together and running and kept that for a few years.

To this day I have been riding Harleys, my brother sold the Honda after we moved back to Ohio and never rode again. The moral of this story if there is one is, something inside tells you if you are a true devotee to ride a Harley and you really may not be able to explain why. What you do feel is, that you could never be without one and that life would have less meaning without me and my Harley.

I have a tatoo on arm that is faded and will take with me to my grave, it says " Live to ride Ride to Live" and that's just what I aim to do.

 

Goddamn, Smokindave, It's like I was beside ya the whole time, ride on!! cole

 

Very well said. While on my bike I've never needed to get someplace at any preset time, other than the START of a group ride. That's the nature of it.

I WILL race you to the next light, though!