The call came in this afternoon. My bike was waiting for me finally! My sales person walked me into the back where my bike was waiting. We entered the dark workshop where it sat. As soon as my eyes fell on it, my heart fluttered and I got light headed. It sounds sad, but I've been waiting for this for longer than most know. Several years in fact.


I was handed the keys and I straddled the gorgeous machine. My heart pounding in my chest. I turned on the ignition and hit the starter. A split second later the engine roared to life and my ears were filled with a deep rumble, considering this was stock exhaust.


The weight was felt instantly when I lifted the bike off the side stand. Much heavier than the Bonneville I had weighing only 400 pounds. Once it got rolling however the weight dissipated and I was able to enjoy the steady rumble of the engine.


I left the parking lot and pulled onto the street. I rolled on the throttle careful not to over rev the motor. I was soon upon the first turn around and I was wobbly at best. I rolled on the throttle to continue my journey home and as luck would have it, traffic. I hit the brake and still I rolled towards the car in front of me. I almost panicked, then I came to a stop. I had put the first half mile on my new Cross Bones.


As the miles poured on the bike and I became more in-tuned with each other. My first thoughts were this is such a dog of a motorcycle. It didn't go, turn, or stop compared to anything I had ridden before. However, I was anything but unimpressed despite what some may call a “short coming.” As I rode down the streets I began to feel more at home with it. It seemed to stop better and it was very nimble for it's size and weight. The throttle was there when I really needed it, rolling on it sent me forward like a rocket when a guy in a car decided to change lanes while I was there. Later I caught a glimpse of myself in a plate glass mirror and it all hit me. I was riding a sprung Harley. After that I could wipe the grin off my face!


Now with over 70 miles I am in love. I know why they were called “bobbers” though. On the freeway all I seemed to do was bounce. But I loved the feeling and the sound. The bike itself feels very solid and well put together. The throttle is responsive and tight, with only a little flick of the wrist to pass a car. The brakes are good enough for the job at hand, but it certainly won't be taking home records at the track.


My overall thought was very simple however. I didn't know a motorcycle could be so awesome looking AND comfortable at the same time. I'm still not a fan of the bars, but they were more comfortable than anything I have had in the past. I see a long and fun filled future with my new Harley Davidson Cross Bones and I couldn't be happier!

 

Congratz, my brother! I can feel the love!

 

congratulations, and welcome to the club

 

Ahhh...the first ride, I remember mine........scared **** less...haha
Congrats man, the crossbones is a cool bike.

 

Congrats,now that story is what it's all about.The love of the ride and machine.

 

Congrats on the new ride. I got that same feeling when I laid eyes on my first Harley. It was an Ebay purchase and it took a month before I was able to fly in and pick it up. Probably had that same $hit eating grin when they fired it up and I heard that rumble.

Enjoy and ride safe.

 

Nice write up, it takes me back to that first ride too. Welcome.

 

Crap, I forgot! Here's a pic! It's all stock but she's mine!

 

+1!

Congrats, you finally got the bike! Now you can start to make it yours!

 

Very nice. Congrats. Just like you, this is my first Harley.