The Deuce, another interesting looking but mostly unuseful Harley. The story however, would have been better if there was a hint of imperical or subjective comment on how the performance modifications effected the riding experience of this particular bike. VWW
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I would have liked to have gotten some riding impressions as well. This is the first modification to the Electra Glide I've got coming my way in January.
Ultimately I want to do the HTCC heads with the 95 inch kit which gets the Twin Cam close to 100HP and 100 ft-lbs of torque.
The stage 1 kit looks like it gives some useful extra power without costing a ton of dough.
Ultimately I want to do the HTCC heads with the 95 inch kit which gets the Twin Cam close to 100HP and 100 ft-lbs of torque.
The stage 1 kit looks like it gives some useful extra power without costing a ton of dough.
The Righteous and the Damned
Motorcyclists are known by the machines they ride. And men are known by the company they keep.
These veritable truths account for why Harley men keep to their own kind on the open road. Whether on reconnaissance in local territories, carrying the flag from coast to coast in a well-regulated convoy or striking a daring posse deep into the uncharted badlands, Harley men place their trust and confidence in other men of robust character and proven substance. Men who can be counted on through good times and bad. Men who never surrender, and dont take prisoners. Men who are stout and hearty, and sit proud and righteous in the saddle. Men who make up the Harley-Davidson brethren.
Theres no place here for anyone looking for a false way in and an easy way out. Theres no place for men or bikes that by artifice are here today but by expediency will be gone tomorrow. Theres no place for those who pledge allegiance to far-eastern feudalism by riding Asian atrocity cycles slammed together in some godforsaken land. Theres no place for the sniveling lisp and depraved cowardice of atrociteurs who would make a slobbering mockery of real American motorcycling.
That leaves the atrociteurs off on their own, with a facade of pose and pretense, and a despair of resentment and bitterness. Taking the badges of vulgarity off their throwaway contraptions out of shame, but leaving a space as blank as their empty souls. Carrying on with a sham travesty of brotherhood thats nothing but a hollow charade. Pretending to be the real deal but fooling nobody.
Not ordinary American folk, who are comforted that all is well on the home front only when they see genuine Harleys lead their Fourth of July parades down the Main Streets of America. Not womenfolk, who by intuition know the deep rumble of the mighty Big Twin as the unmistakable confirmation that real men are in command of the nations destiny. Not even youngsters, who have a keen sense of authentic role models and clearly know the difference between a real American motorcycle and some knock-off in tin and plastic.
Theres a fork early on in the road for every motorcyclist in America, with paths going off in opposite directions. A life membership in the brotherhood of righteousness is part of the authentic Harley-Davidson experience. A life sentence among the damned is reserved for the atrociteurs.
Choose carefully, cause theres no turnin back.
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They call me . . . The Highwayman
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Motorcyclists are known by the machines they ride. And men are known by the company they keep.
These veritable truths account for why Harley men keep to their own kind on the open road. Whether on reconnaissance in local territories, carrying the flag from coast to coast in a well-regulated convoy or striking a daring posse deep into the uncharted badlands, Harley men place their trust and confidence in other men of robust character and proven substance. Men who can be counted on through good times and bad. Men who never surrender, and dont take prisoners. Men who are stout and hearty, and sit proud and righteous in the saddle. Men who make up the Harley-Davidson brethren.
Theres no place here for anyone looking for a false way in and an easy way out. Theres no place for men or bikes that by artifice are here today but by expediency will be gone tomorrow. Theres no place for those who pledge allegiance to far-eastern feudalism by riding Asian atrocity cycles slammed together in some godforsaken land. Theres no place for the sniveling lisp and depraved cowardice of atrociteurs who would make a slobbering mockery of real American motorcycling.
That leaves the atrociteurs off on their own, with a facade of pose and pretense, and a despair of resentment and bitterness. Taking the badges of vulgarity off their throwaway contraptions out of shame, but leaving a space as blank as their empty souls. Carrying on with a sham travesty of brotherhood thats nothing but a hollow charade. Pretending to be the real deal but fooling nobody.
Not ordinary American folk, who are comforted that all is well on the home front only when they see genuine Harleys lead their Fourth of July parades down the Main Streets of America. Not womenfolk, who by intuition know the deep rumble of the mighty Big Twin as the unmistakable confirmation that real men are in command of the nations destiny. Not even youngsters, who have a keen sense of authentic role models and clearly know the difference between a real American motorcycle and some knock-off in tin and plastic.
Theres a fork early on in the road for every motorcyclist in America, with paths going off in opposite directions. A life membership in the brotherhood of righteousness is part of the authentic Harley-Davidson experience. A life sentence among the damned is reserved for the atrociteurs.
Choose carefully, cause theres no turnin back.
_______________________________
They call me . . . The Highwayman
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Gawd, Highwayman! That was magnificent! Utter isolationist, elitist bull*****, but magnificently written in the finest 1950s Madison Avenue style!
About the article: "we came, we rode, we wrote" should've been "we came, we modified, we dyno'd, we wrote". As far as one can tell from the story, no actual riding was involved. JB, how can you let this kind of stuff happen?
Gawd, Highwayman! That was magnificent! Utter isolationist, elitist bull*****, but magnificently written in the finest 1950s Madison Avenue style!
About the article: "we came, we rode, we wrote" should've been "we came, we modified, we dyno'd, we wrote". As far as one can tell from the story, no actual riding was involved. JB, how can you let this kind of stuff happen?
My question exactly. I'm not sure why it was written, except maybe to have something new on the site. How about some articles on motorcycles with some depth, maybe even indepth, info? Lately it seems that this site is going down hill. This article, if you want to call it that, provided little if no information about anything!
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Beautifully written. Also full of *****. I don't ride a particular bike because I am looking for entry into a special fraternity. I ride sport bikes (and open class dirt bikes) because I get thrilled by high performance machinery.
I am not married to any one particular brand of bike. If that makes my bike "disposable" so be it. I like current technology and ease of use.
I am interested in impressiong nobody but myself. I have a wife and 2 kids, so attracting women is not something I am interested in. I ride for early mornings in the canyons, alone or with a select few buddies. Sometimes I travel and I travel fast.
Save the "real American" holier than thou bull***** for someone who cares. I just like to ride, which is something I have been doing for 28 of my 40 years.
My current ride? A highly modified Suzuki TL1000S. Lotsa character, fast, and unique it's own way...
Beautifully written. Also full of *****. I don't ride a particular bike because I am looking for entry into a special fraternity. I ride sport bikes (and open class dirt bikes) because I get thrilled by high performance machinery.
I am not married to any one particular brand of bike. If that makes my bike "disposable" so be it. I like current technology and ease of use.
I am interested in impressiong nobody but myself. I have a wife and 2 kids, so attracting women is not something I am interested in. I ride for early mornings in the canyons, alone or with a select few buddies. Sometimes I travel and I travel fast.
Save the "real American" holier than thou bull***** for someone who cares. I just like to ride, which is something I have been doing for 28 of my 40 years.
My current ride? A highly modified Suzuki TL1000S. Lotsa character, fast, and unique it's own way...
Atrocity, atrociteurs... sounds like the Highwayman
MO should consider the Highwayman for their next intern. His posts, however irrelevant, are at least amusing. Perhaps Indian or Victory could hire this guy (they need help). Marlboro, Jack Daniels... Maybe even a major political party. Anything would be better than the latest round of mudslinging ads subjected on us every 30 seconds by desperate candidates. At least the political ads go away next Tuesday.
MO should consider the Highwayman for their next intern. His posts, however irrelevant, are at least amusing. Perhaps Indian or Victory could hire this guy (they need help). Marlboro, Jack Daniels... Maybe even a major political party. Anything would be better than the latest round of mudslinging ads subjected on us every 30 seconds by desperate candidates. At least the political ads go away next Tuesday.
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I'm still going to call you the A**Master, cretinous macho chauvinist hero babble and flatulent purple prose notwithstanding. But I deeply respect your lunatic devotion to bloated, gaudy mobile paint mixers and the tasseled, beanie-wearing accounyants and meth addicts who ride them, and I hope you continue to provide all us atrociteurs with hearty laughs for years to come. Ya big, lovable dork poseur, ya...
I'm still going to call you the A**Master, cretinous macho chauvinist hero babble and flatulent purple prose notwithstanding. But I deeply respect your lunatic devotion to bloated, gaudy mobile paint mixers and the tasseled, beanie-wearing accounyants and meth addicts who ride them, and I hope you continue to provide all us atrociteurs with hearty laughs for years to come. Ya big, lovable dork poseur, ya...
Re: The Righteous and the Damned
I'm still going to call you the A**Master, cretinous macho chauvinist hero babble and flatulent purple prose notwithstanding. But I deeply respect your lunatic devotion to bloated, gaudy mobile paint mixers and the tasseled, beanie-wearing accountants and meth addicts who ride them, and I hope you continue to provide all us atrociteurs with hearty laughs for years to come. Don't let all the flames get your chaps in a bunch, ya big, lovable dork poser, ya...
I'm still going to call you the A**Master, cretinous macho chauvinist hero babble and flatulent purple prose notwithstanding. But I deeply respect your lunatic devotion to bloated, gaudy mobile paint mixers and the tasseled, beanie-wearing accountants and meth addicts who ride them, and I hope you continue to provide all us atrociteurs with hearty laughs for years to come. Don't let all the flames get your chaps in a bunch, ya big, lovable dork poser, ya...
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Highway,
This might be the best yet. Reading this I hear John Facenza's voice in my head (NFL films guy). Clearly you are dumb as a friggin coal bucket if your serious about this stuff, but either way you've got a way with the words.
I'd rather read this anyday than another "arguments for stupid people". Hey MO, how bout canning Burns in favor of Highwayman?
Highway,
This might be the best yet. Reading this I hear John Facenza's voice in my head (NFL films guy). Clearly you are dumb as a friggin coal bucket if your serious about this stuff, but either way you've got a way with the words.
I'd rather read this anyday than another "arguments for stupid people". Hey MO, how bout canning Burns in favor of Highwayman?
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"And all this costs how much? My 2000 Bandit cost me $5K and I suspect would blow the duce into the weeds."
Using that logic, why would anyone drive a car, let alone hot rod one?
You make it clear that you have no clue why people ride motorcycles. It's not about riding the fastest bike (if it was, why do you have a "slow" Bandit, when you could get a Hayabusa?). Your statement is out of place, but I guess it makes you feel good, so whatever pops your wheelie. It is possible to have a great time on a slow bike; look around, and you'll see as many people having fun on Ninja 250s and Rebels as R1's and GSXR's. But they know how to check their egos when making a post.
Using that logic, why would anyone drive a car, let alone hot rod one?
You make it clear that you have no clue why people ride motorcycles. It's not about riding the fastest bike (if it was, why do you have a "slow" Bandit, when you could get a Hayabusa?). Your statement is out of place, but I guess it makes you feel good, so whatever pops your wheelie. It is possible to have a great time on a slow bike; look around, and you'll see as many people having fun on Ninja 250s and Rebels as R1's and GSXR's. But they know how to check their egos when making a post.
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Just wondering if a 700lb, 70hp bike can get out of it's own way. More importantly, can it get out of the way of Blondie in the Expedition who is too busy chatting on his/her cell phone to pay attention to the road?
I would love to own a hog, I just don't want one that's hobbled...
I would love to own a hog, I just don't want one that's hobbled...
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