*The problem with Harleys is the same problem with Corvettes.....*

*You spend all your life from your childhood wanting one until you can
finally (barely) afford one only to realize that everyone else has one and
you are once again indistinguishable from the masses.*

*So you spend $20k modding it only to realize that you have either made it
a giant unreliable piece of nuts, or you still have not emerged from the
mob. You drive/ride it a few times until you meet someone with more
skills/money/power so you try and keep up but just end up poking the bear.*

*You park the bike/Corvette for 15 years until the spouse nags you to sell
it... then you post an angry Craigslist ad, “No tire kickers, I know what
I’ve got, limited blah” while you ignore the fact that your vehicle is one
of 100 identical on Craigslist/Autotrader so no one comes and looks at it
except the few people willing to haggle with your underwater-ass.....*

*And it ends the way they all do.... you die and your wife sells it at an
estate sale to afford a used Jag for her new boyfriend down in Florida.*

Yup! You nailed it. And this should maybe go in the humor section, but it's related. And while of urban legend, I choose to believe it's true.

A guy sees a vintage BMW roadster listed on Craigslist for $100. Knowing it's too good to be true, he makes the call anyway. A woman answers and gives the details of a pristine vintage much-sought-after BMW roadster and confirms the price is $100.
He figures, what the heck and makes the drive. True to her word it was precisely as she described it - a pristine and very rare beauty. He asked again if in fact the price was $100. She confirmed it was.
Once he had the signed title and bill of sale in hand, he had to ask. And she said, "it was the love of my husband's life. Until he met his young secretary with whom he ran off". Once settled into their little love nest on some remote beach, he texted his wife and said, "sell the BMW and send me half the cash".

He should have had his brain in his head, and not below his belt.

An ex-neighbour of mine rode a Sportster that he had made into a kind of chopper. We sometimes rode together. He was full of comments about 'a real bike' and 'riceburners' etc. It was just banter but I could tell he really was trying to make himself feel better,/bigger.

One day he asked "When are you gonna upgrade to a Harley?"
I replied " I don't like Harleys, they're too mainstream".

His face was priceless. He just about went cross-eyed trying to figure out a rebuttal. None came, and the banter backed off.

Ruttly wrote on 12/24/19 at 16:48:52:




Have you been following me around?! Because that is exactly what happens every time I ride    And, I enjoy talking to the people who inevitably wander over to ask me about it.

Honestly, I admire all kinds of bikes, including some HDs. But, the bottom line is, I ride and work on my bike because it is a constant source of joy. It's very simple