FINALLY had a HD dumb enough to try!

[PSUbag]

First off, hello again. I haven't posted here in a long time, but I still lurk all the time.

Yesterday I was buzzing along thru this deserted mountain road and caught up to these 2 Harleys. They were doing 55/60 in the straights, but would slow way down in the twisties. Can't have that! So we come to this looooong straight-away and I pulled out to go around. I didn't kick it down into 4th or anything, I was just gonna take my time and pass. Well, Mr. Igotdusted, who was leading decides to try and not let me pass. I didn't realize it at first and was just slowly rolling on the throttle. When I figured out what was going on I just twisted as far as she would go and I was eating up ground in a hurry. When I BLEW by him I peaked at the speedometer and it was 120 and rising. I kept her wound up for long enough that he just kept getting smaller and smaller in the mirror.  

I bought my Standard in 2000, brand new, and I have never had anyone try and actually race me until yesterday. Mr. Igotdusted will probably think twice the next time, lol.  

The Valk also went over the 90,000 mile mark yesterday too. And there were 2 years I couldn't ride much or at all. I'm still just changing the fluids and tires. Gotta love the Valkyrie! (In fairness, I have had two speedo cables break, but that's it)

Take care Valk riders!

[fudgie]

Thx for sharing! 

[Hoser]

Twisted the cables off cause of the top end, dint cha!  Better lube them more often!  Hoser

[Bagger John - #3785]

IBTYJOMHC (In Before The "You're Jealous Of My Harley" Comments) ... 

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[GreenLantern57]

Can't wait until someone tries that with me!  Congrats.  Man, it just doesn't take long to go from 60 to 120 in fifth! There are times I wish it was a 6 speed though!

[Wizzard]

I had a harley challenge me on the 101 in Ca last summer and I smoked him with the trailer behind me In fact there were more than one tried as they were all going to the Hollister ralley.
Never let a harley beat me, trailer or not

[Serk]

I raced a Harley today too, and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of canyon road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. three corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.

My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of another of America's best bikes.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Schwinn, as well. They really make a great bicycle...

(Yeah, I know, it's an old one, but it still cracks me up every single time I read it!)

[ssober]

I was on my dads tourer in 98 pulling the trailer stoplight dragging harleys down May Ave. one day.  I had my wife on the back and a load of crap in the trailer.  At that time most of the harley guys had no idea what a valk was but not a one could touch me.  I do love the fat lady.

[PSUbag]

I raced a Harley today too, and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of canyon road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. three corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me more determined than ever.

My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horsepower and deep pockets, I had passed him. Though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of another of America's best bikes.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Schwinn, as well. They really make a great bicycle...

(Yeah, I know, it's an old one, but it still cracks me up every single time I read it!)

I love that story. Every spring I send it to my HD buddies, just to bust their balls.

[Bob E.]

Hay Bag!!  It wasn't your good buddy Yogi, was it??

[Dino]

Hey Bag! how you been?  Great story.  If your not busy Friday,, why not join us for a six or eight  hundred mile trip to the Blue /Gray ride through Wythesville .  Or just take the short way, and come over to Chambersburg.  Would be great to see ya, 

[PSUbag]

Bob E.!  Dino !  Long time no see. I'm not sure, it coulda been Yogi, lol! He disappeared in my mirrors too fast to tell.

I thought about showing up down there, but money is pretty tight right now. I've been laid off since November. If I can make it, I'll look you guys up.