I thought I got this out of my system years ago. Playing Freddie Spencer in the twisties. I haven't ridden my sportbike in years, spending all my 2-wheel time on my dirtbike or dual-sport. Then last year, like some dormant instinct written in my DNA, the H-D lust awoke. I'm older now, I thought, I'd rather look good and be comfortable than go fast. Night Train, Low Rider, Deuce. Yeah, one o'them bad boys oughta do. Then I saw that word. The verbal equivalent of t!ts, BIG t!ts. Couldn't pull my eyes away. The word was "SPORT". As in Dyna Super Glide Sport. What's this? Cartridge forks? On a Harley? Triple disc brakes? An upright seating position? t!ts...big t!ts.
Delivery plus two months: I stop by on the 'DX to see an old sport-rider buddy. "Dude, you're not supposed to wear the tires on a Harley this far up!"
So why didn't I buy a Buell, you may ask? If you have to ask, you don't understand.
My name's Dean and I'm a knee dragger
Delivery plus two months: I stop by on the 'DX to see an old sport-rider buddy. "Dude, you're not supposed to wear the tires on a Harley this far up!"
So why didn't I buy a Buell, you may ask? If you have to ask, you don't understand.
My name's Dean and I'm a knee dragger