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Harley-Davidson FatBoy (FLSTF) 2007 “The Smoked” или Копчёный

Концепция этого мотоцикла менялась столько раз, что уже даже трудно будет вспомнить. Началось все с того, что у друга случилась неприятная история с мотоциклом и нам нужен был легальный донор. С момента покупки мотоцикла на аукционе Copart до фактического его получения на руки прошло месяцев 8, нам было очень тяжело признать через суд «это» транспортным средством.  

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I hate to sounds like I’m making a biased assumption...

I am a 26 year old female. I have a FANTASTIC career, a more than amazing husband, a house fit for my needs, and a 2004 Honda Shadow VLX 600. My first motorcycle EVER. That being said, I woke up one July morning of this year, 2015, and decided I wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle. Before I was able to take the Beginner Rider Course provided by the MSF, I wen ahead and purchased a motorcycle from my local Craigslist. I must say, my bike was absolutely perfect! I fell in love with her immediately.

Being a new rider, I wear a helmet EVERY. TIME. I. RIDE. Even if it’s just up the street to the gas station.

AND LET ME TELL YOU… I get the MOST SHIT from Harley Riders….

In November I rode in a local toy drive. lets just say it was Hondas to Harleys 2/10. And I got so many negative comments from these guys. stuff like, “You’re wearing a helmet? How long you been ridin’? (I would answer “not long at all”) then they would immediately say, “well then you’re definitely in the back SPEEDBUMP!” or, “Why you wearin a helmet? We only get up to about 15 miles an hour.” Or… “It only hurts for a second!” 

I already feel insecure as a new rider around seasoned riders. But not insecure enough to risk serious damage to my body when Joe Blow’s Grandmother decides to  pull her Buick Regal out in front of me.

That being said, Please, even if you’re joking, don’t make someone feel belittled or embarrassed because they want to wear protective gear while riding. I really do think the riding community is a fantastic one. Support each other. 

Louis, Harry and Blitz Motorcycles

Louis wore this badass shirt on stage tonight in Columbus

It is a Blitz Motorcycles shirt, and I love everything about it.

Once I realized it was a Blitz Motorcycles shirt it immediately made me think of Harry’s motorcycle.  Harry on a motorcycle in a glitter helmet is all that is right with the world.

What a great looking bike Harry has. 

I didn’t know what type of bike Harry rode, and with a massive amount of help from unintentionalarry and my motorcycle and autosports obsessed Dad … 


The styling of the body of the bike from the wide spokes on the front tire, to the slanted handlebars, the crinkled pipe tubing, and the coiled steel are so so similar. All three of the above bikes are BMW engines but they have done work with BMW, Guzzi, Harley Davidson, Honda, Kawasaki, Royal Enfield, Suzuki, and Yamaha engines .

So yeah I’m sold Harry’s bike is a Blitz and Louis wore a Blitz shirt on stage tonight.


Confessions of a Honda-Bred Harley Rider

I have been riding motorcycles for about two and a half years now. All at once it seems like a really long time, and a really short time. A really long time because I don’t feel like I’m old enough to have been doing anything that long. A really short time because, well, two and a half years just really isn’t that much in the grand scheme of things. Since the day I got comfortable riding on the street, I have chosen the bike over my car every time, excepting only those times when the Seattle weather has gotten distasteful enough to kill that bright, burning fire in my body that is reserved only for motorcycling.

Summer is coming to an end, and I find myself more excited than ever to get on the bike in the morning. I am re-learning the once familiar ritual of wiping morning dew off of the seat before my commute. Soon it will be a thick frost. For me, there is something incredibly comforting and refreshing about a frosty-morning ride–bundled up in my scarf and leather jacket–with only wisps of the cold air peeking in through my shell.

Over these two and a half years, I have insisted on riding the same motorcycle. Before I had my license, I knew that I wanted a Honda CB750 Nighthawk. After riding that first Nighthawk across the country only to be demolished in North Carolina, I bought a new one as fast as I could. I love everything about my Honda. It’s unassuming nature, it’s smoothness, it’s precision. It’s moderation, Its reliability. Every time I get on the Honda, I know that I could make the snap decision to take some twisty set of roads all the way to the east coast, and it would get me there.

All that being said, I have a confession to make. It is something that should only be read in secret, and something that–when I speak of it–I only speak of in hushed tones. Despite the fact that I love my Honda, I am now also the owner of a 1979 Harley Davidson Shovelhead FXS Lowrider. My father and I spent the good part of a year slowly chipping away at getting his old bike running. After spending about ten years in pieces, it is alive again… and it is good.

A clear line has been drawn in the sand between those motorcyclists who ride Harleys and literally all the other motorcyclists, but somehow I feel as though I have bridged that divide. So, this piece is for those of us who just don’t get the assholes on the Harley Davidsons.

(The shovelhead engine)

The place where I think everyone needs to start when trying to understand what in the hell makes Harley people tick, is with the engine. This thing is around 1350cc’s of pure, inefficient, beast mode. It nearly takes the displacement of the four cylinder CB750 and packs that into each of its two massive cylinders. This means that the motor feels and sounds like a big, thumping, gas-fed heart. The Nighthawk engine spools up, whirring high and low with the throttle, while the Lowrider hammers it’s way through RPMS at half the speed. The torque that’s created allows me to completely ignore what gear I’m in–it will tug itself uphill at slow speeds in high gear… while the Nighthawk relies on finesse, proper gearing, and a careful working of the clutch to get the most of the engine’s small, fast, mode of releasing energy.  

When you try to kick start the Harley (and you should), there is a part of your brain that wonders if the compression might kick back and break your goddamn leg (it won’t). Then comes the moment of truth. That singular point in time when your own vigor brings something altogether powerful and new back to life. 

At this point I’ve started the Harley quite a few times, and I still feel like a kid in a candy shop when I get to kick it over. It’s hard to understand when your only experience with Harleys is of them interrupting your peace and solitude as they scream down the road… but there truly is something about the sound of a Harley’s exhaust that has real beauty and emotional power. I’m convinced that there is some sort of physiological reaction that takes place when you’re on that seat, you turn that throttle, and you hear that exhaust, which is just absolutely infectious.

(This video illustrates the moment perfectly. Dear lord I get excited just watching other people do it. It makes my heart go pitter-patter.)

You may have heard that the reason no other motorcycles sound like Harleys is that Harleys are intentionally designed to run poorly. That the only way to create the “Harley” sound is to design an engine that is working against itself. You may have heard this… 

and it is completely, and utterly true. The thing about it though, is that this is a perfect illustration of what makes Harley Davidsons so appealing. From our high Honda throne it is incredibly difficult to understand a motorcycle that was not built to be a performance machine. It is bigger, heavier, slower, more expensive, and just plain stupider than any Japanese motorcycle. And that’s what makes Harleys so awesome. They aren’t about fulfilling Robert Pirsig’s idea of the “quality” (Quality ?) machine. They are about making an aesthetic statement. Everything from the heavy metal components, to the loud exhaust, to the poor engineering of the engine comes down to expressing character. 

(The hawg)

This isn’t to say that Hondas can’t have character or soul. Of course they can. They are motorcycles. On the other hand, I don’t think this is what they’re all about. My Nighthawk is a precision machine, engineered to be the best, most efficient two-wheeled vehicle possible for its price-point. The experience it provides is smooth and reliable. The Harley rattles your teeth out. It falls apart as you ride it (I almost lost my front brake and one of my exhaust pipes while riding last week). All the while, you draw stares (especially terrified and awe-inspired 4 year olds) and you feel like you are something more mysterious and powerful than you ever thought possible. 

Everyone else might still think you’re just a jackass trying to boost your ego with a loud exhaust… but you and me. Now we understand.