I hope all of your Christmas dreams come true. One of mine is to be transported back to Club La Vela some time in the late 90's when my body spit out a hangover like I was king of the world. Just one day of fun, then back to my working stiff nonsense again. Anyway, enjoy your Christmas and have some yuletide cocktails with your friends.
Whether you're in the "it's about damn time" or the "I can't believe this shit" camp, it doesn't matter. Harley was headed towards water-cooled motors regardless of your persuasion (and to be honest, the latter weren't buying new bikes anyway). The introduction of the 500cc & 750cc, mini V-Rod powered "Street" by Harley was dropped yesterday and I have probably read 30 articles, blog posts, forum threads, etc. on it.
Oh, you want my take on it? Well, look at it like this; it was inevitable. Harley has undergone plenty of evolutionary changes over the years and with every one there has been a little part of what the vintage enthusiasts enjoy, taken away. Switching to alternator motors, removal of the kicker in the 5 speed, the starter itself in 1965, the swing arm frame in 1958, Hydra Glide in 1949, different motor configurations, different frame styles, six-speed transmissions and what I consider to be the nail in the coffin, the entire line's axe to the carburetor. Hell, timing covers themselves have no purpose anymore unless you're trying to hide something really small.
So what's the point of all of that? Well, you weren't going to buy a new bike anyway, unless they completely reverted to wet sump oiling systems and 6 volt electrics. It's always good for an American company to attempt to stay on its toes, so why not let the next generation have something to bitch about in 30 or 40 years ("remember when we had tires?")? When was the last time you went to a dealership anyway, so why be concerned with the newest iteration of motorcycle from the Motor Company?
Now, as for me. I'm also not going to buy one. I have too much time money, love, daydreams, and so on tied up in old pieces of shit that cause my right leg to be bigger than my left and my tools to stay warm. To be honest though, I would like to take one of these and fiddle with it. They're cheap enough that you could get one to beat on and if nothing else, it opens up a brand new market for anyone looking to make parts for something that doesn't already have a flooded market. Hell, I'd buy one and put some Distanzas on it and find some fire roads.
Quit bitching. At least they still make motorcycles.
This shirt and Pumking on Halloween is right as rain.
Put on your offensive costume, grab your candy bucket, and go out for some tricks and treats. Watch out for razor blades in your candy bars or old ladies giving out weird shit from around their house instead of candy.
In all honesty, I love this holiday. It's fun for kids of all ages because you can be as ridiculous as you want and people just accept it without pause. The classic horror films on TV add to it as well.
Life has been getting in the way, but it's about time I got back on the Ironhead. I thought I'd have it done in the beginning of the year, but whatever. I plan on tooling up the new shop and not getting another project until I at least finish the XLCH.
I think I got this picture from the Le Container blog a while back (if you don't visit it, there are some awesome photos there). This thing is about as sexy as it gets as far as the style goes. It's actually one of those kind of bikes where I look at it and say, "I'd love to do that, but I have NO idea where I would begin." It's a very neat setup and whoever did it executed it perfectly.
If you aren't watching it, you'd better tune in on Velocity and check the schedules. It's amazing. I watched the SS last night and Michael Dunlop makes tossing around a 600cc bike look about as easy as taking out the trash. Riding a bike around that course at an average of 127 mph would scare the absolute bejeezus out of me. Keep in mind too that these are the actual streets on this island. You'll pucker your butt watching them.
Regardless of how scary it is though, there's not much sexier than Kawasaki green...
Well, unless you put gold Marchesinis on it.