Recently I once again admitted that I am a Sportster guy. In actuality, I've only owned four of them in forty years. Except for an MV Augusta and a Munch Mammut (but I know guys who did own them), I've pretty much driven everything on two wheels.
But I cannot shake my love of Sportsters, and that's a desire above all others. I won't turn my head to look at anything (even some women), but when I see a Sportster go by I cannot help myself. Oh, I toyed with the idea of getting a Suzuki R109 as a second bike, but frankly, it would never be a Sportster.
When some unexpected inheritance money appeared (magically) as the then new 2010 Sportster 48s came onto the scene, I jumped. It had just enough modern parts to be realistic (electric starter, EFI and oil tightness) in my adult life, but it retained enough 'outlaw' to make the bike fun to ride.
So why would a guy park a 32K dollar chrome-plated, asphalt-shredding ego machine just to drive a primitive, flighty, juvenile wet brick like a Sportster?
Well,
I would, and I've never been happier in this latter half of my adult biker comsumption. I threw a sheet over Betty. Yes, I feel guilty about it. I love Betty, and I love the idea of two bikes. And if a friend wants to do some serrious long distance trekking on the slab, Betty is the clear choice.
But if it's just me and a sunny afternoon with nothing to do, I'll take "Spinner," and I don't know why.
https://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb23 ... 01-105.jpg