Harley Davidson Cycles: Lord stop the pain.

Okay, I prefer Indian bikes... I don't know I just do; and yet, note to person outside my house idling his Harley, PLEASE STOP.

I live in a business disctrict in downtown OrBLANDo... so it's like living at disney world with bums and people walking up and down the street. (The bums mostly sit)...

The Harley Davidson anoys me more than those Ninja-esque rockets that people wheel around on.

It's like building a radio that has only two volumes: mute, and INSANELY LOUD.

Finally, what's worse is that the driver knows it's loud, and personally takes his or her (mostly his) sweet ass time adjusting their Stone Cold Steve Austin look, and black "Boot Hill" tshirt, so they can then motor off in a tornade of eathshattering noise.

Okay. I'm done.

I'm not going to claim any motorcycle knowledge on my own part, but people I've known who do know have told me that Harleys aren't really that good.

I ride ...I like my loud pipes...
Loud pipes save lives. A few close calls with multitasking mommy-van morons,and you'll understand... its a wake up call for those too- busy- to- pay fucking- attention- to- the -vehicle- they- are- piloting types.

keep in mind alot of those Harley types are nothing more than weekend warriors on trailer queens who are a usually a danger to themselves... more concerned with posing outside the local Hard Rock or Starbucks,then actual motorcycling.

same goes for so many Biker Boyz wanna bees on sportbikes who have no brain other than the one in their wrist.

well, I've been hit on a bike (the one you pedal), so I do know how people do not look out for other people, and of course, I was hit by an SUV...

trailer queen, that is the best word I have heard all week, and I'm not joking.

if anything has redeemed this thread, it's that.

i love the low rumble of a v-twin. whenever a big ole v-twin rolls by, i stop to watch and listen with a smile on my face. can they package that sound? i'd buy it.

I had a bf w/ a Ducati which sounded alot better than a big ol' Harley, but at least people don't call Harleys 'crotch rockets'. I never got used to that term.

Upon reconsideration I've edited. Hi minimalism! Anyways The loud as fuck pipes gotta go.

[Edited on Feb 29, 2004 by Semitic]

A woman of discerning tastes...

ducatis are very nice...i've got a pos ninja zx600
riding around los angeles is a fucking mess. you not only have to deal with the fact that the streets are covered in craters but you have stupid fuckers with their shades on, on their phones in an SUV too big for them, sipping their starbucks coffee, trying to get their kids to school on time.
Racer_X has a point.

If Harley Davidson made airplanes would you fly in them?

BMW man all the way.

Precisely, though don't forget the midlife-crisis sufferers who's investment of choice was a Harley, rather than a Lamborghini (sp?) or Yacht.

- Noc

I've almost been hit walking. So should I scream "RUMBABABABAB....RRRRUUUUUMMBABABAB" as I cross the street?

that would be the greatest thing in the world!! yes, you should!!

Hmmmmm ..... with or without drag pipes?

Haha! .,..Trash Wagons!

Well..If it was an XR-750 with wings..Hell Yeah!

harleys are great....no doubt about it...but i prefer a ducati

Continue to bitch, approach the guy and beg, or make a complaint.

This is not a chinese box.

I rode unbelievably fast, worked-over, land-speed crotch rockets back when I wasn't too worried about dying. Now they all had race exhaust pipes and yes, those pipes helped create a much appreciated awareness zone of protection from death by blind-lane-changing SUV. But I must say that I put headers on for the breathing of my bikes and not because it was the sound I wanted to hear. Well, I never understood why I always got pulled over for modifying my stock exhaust (every other week) yet hogs roam the planet louder than any of my bikes (unless fully pinned).

So where is this going you ask? Check this out. Once I was getting a (nother) mod-exhaust (and black visor) fix it ticket and while actually trying to talk rationally to the officer about the reality of my header-hog pipe debate, a Harley roars by and we ACTUALLY HAD TO STOP TALKING until it passed. WTF?! I wanted to screeeeeam as I stomped around like a little kid and smacked my seat in disgust. His argument was that the Harley that went by didn't have a modified pipe on it and that it was just loud from the get go. Fuck me. So I grabbed the cop's Glock and unloaded the entire clip in the Harley's direction.

(Okay. not that last part about the gun, but everything else.)

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