I've been riding longer than I've been flying. Unlike TC and Lu, haven't had any bad crackups yet. Two in the garage awaiting general cleanup and rebirth: 1) Original 1973 Kawasaki Z-1 and 2) 1978 Z-1R (the silver/blue one). The Bronson red '86 Sporty (first year Evo!) is the daily-rider. Always wanted a Sportster but was put off by all those who considered Harleys to be "boat anchors." Never imagined how much fun the bike would be to ride. With the low c.g. and tonnes of torque, it is by far my favorite
motocicleta of all time. Plus, I can go out to the garage with a cold Guinness or six and just sit and stare at the Harley for hours. The darn thing is hypnotic. Last bike I could do that to was my first bike, my Honda CL350. But I was sixteen at the time. And it was root beer.
Oh Lu? Here's a clue: the guy in front usually steers. The
girl on the back just sits there, holds me tenderly and keeps quiet. Don't know quite how you got that confused.
Two guys on one motorcycle = gay