MIDNIGHTRIDER
From: "Midnight
Rider"
To:
blackecho
Date: 11 Apr 2005
Subject: fucking nigger
i got news for you pal. i think it is funny how you, so seemingly eloquently try
to degrade the idea and the mindset of harley davidson motorcycles. lemme ask
you something jack. are you a motorcycle technician. do you have the first
inclination of how motorcycles are built or how they developed. according to you
harley is nothing more than smoke and mirrors and lots of chrome. my bike
performs quite well, the number one reason why is because of its simplicity.
fuck eric buell by the way. his bikes are ugly and if you paid attention they
are powered by none other than harley davidson motors. now i am not writing this
to beseach your likings or desires in what a motorcycle offers. i dont give a
shit. but obviously you do so ill give you some pointers. me being a factory hd
technician and all. honda was the first jap bike introduced on american soil.
they were started by harley davidson with american money, betcha didnt know that
did you. the harley davidson motor is not meant to produce high rpm. it is not a
high horsepower motorcycle the way it is built delivers 100% of what its buyers
expect. just because it doesnt go 180 mph doesnt mean it is a shitty product.
christ the first harley carbureter was a spent tomato can. it was a few american
guys with an idea. the same idea that holds true to this day. through adversity
and waning market spikes they sustained their status with new ideas and fresh
technology. when norton, bsa, and indian were putting out the same technology
they had used for twenty years harley was moving forward. the first sport bike
appeared on the scene in 1958 when the sportster was born. nothing could touch
that bike in its time. i am sure that you probably ride a crotch rocket rice
burner of some kind and that is fine and dandy. more power to you but that bike
began as a harley. the technolgy in your motorcycle as well as in your car and
other areas is all a direct result of a fundemental idea. how dare you deface
the ideals that harley stands for. it is an american icon. harley riders buy
their bikes because they love them, not to be a badass though many of us are,
and, that being said, i would like to meet you sir just to slap the taste out of
you mouth. we ride out motorcycles for the feeling that we get on the back of
those things. they have crazy low end torque and even though they dont slolom,
or rev to 15k rpms, or pull fucking wheelies out of the shop they do what they
are supposed to do, and that is the bottom line. i would like to see you go to a
bike rally and talk the shit that you talk on your pussy fucking website. i hope
you wrap that piece of shit ride around a tree but even that is too good for you
and besides it is not the fault of the bike you ride that its owner is an ass
hole. i am sure that it would be much happier in the hands of someone who
appreciates the heritage of it. maybe you should research the facts and the
community before you start making shallow comments and unwarrented slandor about
a true american unlike yourself. and maybe you should go tell the next group of
bikers you see that they are all pussies and only think they are badasses
because they ride a harley. but i know that you wont because you hide behind
your fucking computer. i live in orlando florida by the way so if you are ever
here please look me up i would love to meet you. so fuck off. “ -
"Midnight Rider"
I have to admit having
some guilty pleasure in receiving and posting this particular email
because it goes so far in proving everything that I’ve said all along about
Harley owners that it almost doesn’t seem fair to post this.
Almost.
I think that the only thing that could be any more tedious than reading
this guy’s
email all the way through the first time would have been trying to glue diarrhea
back together. This skuzzy dirt-fuck hillbilly, in one fell swoop, has not only
single-handedly dry humped the entire English language (without offering so much
as the God given decency of a courtesy reach-around in the process) but he’s
also managed to lower, yes, actually lower even further the collective
intellectual bar and IQ score for every single Harley owner out there. The fact
that he did both feats at the same time is quite an accomplishment though
certainly not one to be envied by the more erudite individuals of the species!
Oh, I’m afraid that the intellectual debt that this guy has incurred on behalf of
the ranks of The Faithful is a rather monumental one that may never be able to
be repaid in this lifetime, or for several lifetimes to come for that matter, at
least by this guy working all alone.
Bear with me now as I show you that this guy here really has worked rather
diligently to put the “rant” back into “ignorant.” This email in and of
itself has to be one of the greatest examples yet of why I truly despise Harley
owners and their ilk. -Black Echo
“fucking nigger. i got news for you pal.”
Ah! I have some news as well, you ignorant, bald headed,
Nazi flag waving, militia joining, mud people hating, swastika tattooed,
uneducated Aryan reject. I am not black nor am I of African descent, rather, I’m
more of what you would call a bright white in color; a highly intelligent and
well educated, yet elegant mixture of Russian nobility and German bourgeoisie
with just a hint of Gypsy thrown in for a dash of spice along the way. As a
formally educated human being, I find your detestable racist attitude as
intellectually disturbing as it is socially unbecoming, especially since you are
displaying it in such a naïve yet proud manner here at the dawn of the 21st
century. Your attitude is very similar to your choice in motorcycles in that
both are a product of the early part of the previous century (when the world was
a whole lot more ignorant) and that neither really have a place at all in these
contemporary, forward looking times.
I sincerely apologize if the “black” in my handle thoroughly confused you as it
is used as a noun, not an adjective. My handle / call sign is composed of two
simple nouns, a color and an event, and should not be taken in any way to
represent my physical description. Only a totally uneducated moron would ASS-ume
that because my online handle was “Black Echo” that my skin color must therefore
be black and only an even bigger moron than that would begin an email under said
assumption while trying to use a tired old racial slur as well.
Hell, if you weren’t a Harley owner, I might take personal offense at your
languid presence in the collective gene pool. However, since you are a Harley
owner then I can easily understand why you act like you do. After all, you’re
obviously the misshapen end product of a drunken, one night stand between your
mono-brow sporting, overall wearing, moonshine guzzling step-brother and your no
panties worn ever, bow-legged, buck tooth, tobacco dipping,
bury-me-in-a-Y-shaped-coffin, tangle-eyed sister so I can fully understand that
you got your racist heritage honest. It’s called poor quality DNA, the high
speed head-on collision of two cheap white trash blood lines in a genetic train
wreck of full-up drunken ugliness. After reading your insipid email, I’m
more than convinced that “DNA” in your case obviously stands for “Dumb,
Negro-hating Ass-pansy.”
“i think it is funny how you, so seemingly eloquently try to degrade the idea
and the mindset of harley davidson motorcycles.”
It is my philosophy that if the mindset fits then you
should wear it. As for ideas, well … I really don’t think that Harley
Davidson, its dimwitted leaders or its weak minded followers have had an
original idea in several decades now. At least not from what I and the rest of
the world can tell.
“lemme ask you something jack. are you a motorcycle technician.”
No, but I rebuilt a lawnmower engine once when I was
thirteen years old and it ran for about three and a half years until it gave up
the ghost again for good. Having done that way back in 1982,
I think my mechanical skills at that time were at least on par with yours today,
probably a little better truth be known, and I’ve only gotten smarter since.
“do you have the first inclination of how motorcycles are built or how they
developed.”
The reason why I so easily and
solemnly choose to ride import motorcycles is because I do understand how
motorcycles are built as well as how they have developed over the years (or in
the case of Harley Davidson, how they have not developed over the years). Maybe
you should be asking Willie G. this question instead. My thoughts on the matter
are that while he won’t give you an honest answer you deserve, he’ll certainly
give you the answer that you’re looking for.
“according to you harley is nothing more than smoke and mirrors and lots of
chrome.”
No.
“Smoke and mirrors”
describes Harley Davidson’s marketing practices, it does not describe the makeup
or the core operation of the company itself. Harley Davidson used to be a
motorcycle manufacturer, a real motorcycle manufacturer, but that ended several
decades ago (sometime around the time that the imports first appeared and sent
Harley running for the hills with their tail tucked between their legs). Now HD
comes off as a high end, flashy lifestyle provider, a poser fashion empire
firmly ensconced in the indolent realm of pop culture, catering to the money
rich and the mind poor. However, looks are deceiving and if you look deeper, you
will discover that HD isn’t so much a business company as it has a religious
cult practiced in trailer parks across this great nation.
Harley Davidson’s officially licensed and endorsed clothing is like “Garanimals,”
only it’s designed and marketed to poor white trash (or those who just want to
dress like poor white trash and spend a lot of money while they are doing so).
Harley Davidson markets its products to people who feel the very real need to
anoint their selves in the vestal raiment of their chosen pagan religion. The
most humorous aspect of this arrangement is that you sheep are so eager and
willing to submit your selves to being enslaved by the magic spells of the
hillbilly sorcerers in Milwaukee that you’ll gladly donate your time, your
lives, the names of your children and even whole areas of the surface of your
body just so you can act as mindless, mantra chanting, walking living billboards
for a company that actually charges you to advertise its product!
What an arrangement that must be!
“my bike performs quite well, the number one reason why is because of its
simplicity.”
So does my Briggs and Stratton powered
push lawn mower, for the very same reason. However, unlike you, I don’t
worship it or base my entire life around owning it.
“fuck eric buell by the way.”
Fuck Eric Buell?
Why stop there? How about fuck forward thinking! Fuck research and design!
Fuck high technology! Fuck contemporary design! Fuck change! Fuck advancement!
Fuck imagination! Fuck performance! Fuck competition! Fuck actually having to
put your money where your mouth is! Fuck everything that changed in the
motorcycle world since the Knucklehead! Hell, fuck the world! Just fuck it
all!
Ned Ludd would be so very proud of you. He really would.
“his bikes are ugly and if you paid attention they are powered by none other
than harley davidson motors.”
Ah, good! I’m afraid that you’ve totally misunderstood
everything that I have ever said, if indeed you ever did read any of my
work at all but then that is to be expected from someone who has a brain the
size of an atrophied squirrel testicle. For your information and to catch you up
on the current debate, my main argument with Eric Buell is that his bikes are
powered by none other than those ridiculously underwhelming Harley Davidson
engines.
The reason I admire Eric Buell is because he isn’t afraid to go against the
norm, to challenge the status quo of the trailer park and to think outside the
double-wide. Yep, ole Eric really shook up those hillbillies in Milwaukee when
his American sport bikes first went into production and hit the market. I bet
half of them were suffering from complete brain lock and the other half were
wanting to burn him at the stake for heresy. The confusion was as great as it
was comical, Harley owners were suddenly faced with a (gasp!) sport bike with a
Harley engine and they didn’t know if they should wave or not, if it was an
official Harley or not. The schism in the belief system was immense and caused
ripples throughout the flock that are still being felt today (hence your
attitude). I like Eric Buell because he’s doing what I want to see someone do;
build an American sport bike. The reason why I chastise Eric Buell is because
when it comes to choosing engines for his advanced designs, he has chosen very
poorly indeed. Putting that tired old Sportster engine in one of his cutting
edge frames is like putting a trawling motor in a speed boat.
Maybe one day Mr. Buell will realize the critical mistake in all of his
beautiful designs, I mean, after all, the rest of the world knew immediately
what the main problem was with his bikes when Buell first introduced them all
those many years ago now. There is an old adage in design and engineering, it
states “garbage in, garbage out.” It’s too bad that Eric Buell didn’t learn this
lesson earlier.
Buell: Beautiful contemporary designs, shitty outdated motors.
“now i am not writing this to beseach
(sp) your likings or desires in what a motorcycle offers. i dont
give a shit. but obviously you do so ill give you some pointers. me being a
factory hd technician and all.”
Wow.
Not only are you an uneducated, ignorant racist with the intellectual prowess of
a stale Pop-Tart and a command of the English language bordering on the same
level as a mentally retarded NASCAR fan, but you also go and claim to be a
“factory HD technician” as well?! Oh, I am laughing at you now! You do realize,
of course, that claiming to be a “factory HD technician” is not saying very much
if its saying anything at all. Indeed, given the overall build quality of the
typical Milwaukee finished product, anyone who actually buys a Harley Davidson
(and expects to ride it for any length of time) is going to have to, by default,
become a “factory HD technician” in very short order (just to be able to work on
their bike when it breaks down and leaves them stranded in an overgrown
cornfield in Bumfuck, Iowa).
I oh so sincerely hope that you don’t go around telling anyone outside that
trailer park closed microcosm where you live that you’re a “factory HD
technician” because the educated people will laugh at you and hurt your feelings
in unkind ways with their poignant, scathing comments. If you’re really, really
lucky, maybe they’ll just take pity on your stupid and ignorant ass while
deigning to drop some spare change in your raggedy old HD cap as they pass you
on the sidewalk. With any luck, by the end of the day, you may have earned just
enough money through their heart-felt pity to buy you something warm to eat, a
bottle of cheap booze and perhaps a new pack of smokes.
Ah! Being a “factory HD technician” is two steps below obtaining a GED in
regards to total educational advancement. I would be more proud of you if you
told me that you were seventeen years old and had just completed the fifth grade
after just two tries than if you told me you were a “factory HD technician.”
Congratulations on becoming a “factory HD technician.” I mean, it’s rather
obvious from your email that you didn’t have the brains or mental capacity to
ever work on something as technologically advanced as any of the latest designs
of world class engines from the big four import companies so I understand if you
had to cut your dreams a little short and settle for what you could get. Let’s
face it, when it comes to the brain trust it’s easy to see that you got short
changed if not outright gypped.
However, given your apparent lack of education, your abuse of punctuation and
your atrocious misuse of grammar and spelling, I find it hard to believe that
you’re certified in anything other than pure stupidity and your email goes far
in proving this fact. Now, if you are smart enough to be a “factory HD
technician” but you aren’t smart enough to pass elementary school English and
grammar, then that tells me a lot about what it takes, brain-wise, to be a
“factory HD technician” which, apparently, isn’t very much.
Lets be brutally honest here; “factory HD technician” isn’t a profession,
it’s an oxymoron.
“honda was the first jap bike introduced on american soil. they were started by
harley davidson with american money, betcha didnt know that did you.”
No, you tiny minded, knee walking cock nogger, Honda was
not started by Harley Davidson (nor was any money borrowed from Harley Davidson
to be used by Honda to start a subsidiary here on American soil). Honda was
doing quite well in Japan and I seriously doubt it needed to borrow any money
from Harley Davidson in order to buy or rent a start up building here in
America, especially the small building that Honda started out in to begin with.
Why would Harley Davidson lend money to a rival or a competitor and help them
get started here on American soil when at the time HD was itself facing stiff
competition from the likes of Triumph? Honda has, in a few short decades, done
what Harley Davidson could not which is start from a humble beginning and rise,
through hard work and effort, to the number one position in this country.
The Honda Motor Company was started in Japan by Sochiro Honda, a man of some
noted brilliance and a man far smarter than anyone who can claim to be direct
descendents of either the Davidson or Harley bloodlines, to be sure. Mr. Honda
was known to be quite a colorful man in character and clothing, insisting that
nonconformity was essential to an artist or innovator (non-conformity, remember,
is something that HD preaches as one of their selling points but somehow just
never seems to practice).
Sochiro Honda started the Honda Technical Research Institute (HTRI) in 1945 and
just two short years later, the HTRI became the Honda Motor Company. Here is an
excerpt from a short piece on his life:
“He was extremely proud of his plant's industrial relations which, he
claimed, worked as a 'meritocracy'. The prosperity of his company was 'based on
trust of youth and the promotion of creative people'. These high ideals aside,
he was known to visit the shop floor with spanner in hand for a noisy tirade on
poor performance or shoddy workmanship. The tirade would often end with a well
aimed throw!”
Sochiro opened the American Honda Motor Company in 1959 in Los Angeles,
California. It was established as a subsidiary of the Honda Motor Company of
Japan (in no way at all affiliated with Harley Davidson). It was not started by
Harley Davidson nor did Harley Davidson loan Honda one red cent to start up its
American business. The first American Honda dealership was a small shop with
just six employees located in Los Angeles, California but that tiny shop would
grow into a branch of the Honda Motor Company and would soon be the largest
manufacturer and seller of motorcycles in America by the end of the century,
beating out Harley Davidson on its own turf.
Sochiro Honda personally tested his company’s various models until he was 65
years old. Mr. Honda, like his peer, Ferry Porsche, barred family members from
occupying senior positions (something unknown in Milwaukee, which apparently
firmly believes in nepotism). In short, the Honda Motor Company was not started
by Harley Davidson… it was started by an extremely hard working Japanese man who
had far more character, imagination, education and ingenuity than has ever
graced the likes of Harley Davidson in its entire lackluster history.
“the harley davidson motor is not meant to produce high rpm.”
No, the Harley Davidson “motor” was originally intended to
drain farm ponds and rural wetlands in order to allow farmers to have more land
to farm on and to be able to raise cattle and sheep. Running at peak operating
speed, the HD “motor” could probably move about a hundred gallons of liquid per
hour, through a large rubber hose from one point to another (and it worked a lot
better if you had one end of the hose running down hill).
Now one day, shortly after the turn of the 20th century, a couple of barefoot,
moonshine guzzling, straw hat wearing, hayseed chewing rednecks finished
draining a pond for their uncle and found a rusty old bicycle at the bottom of
the mud. Well, these two amateurs got a wild hair up their bowlegged asses to
mount that old irrigation pump to the rusty old bicycle and see if they could
make it go. Their collective brain trust barely managed to allow them to screw /
nail / tie / weld that old irrigation pump to the beat up old rusty bicycle
frame then they threw on a leather belt, a drive sprocket and started it
running. Quickly mastering the intricate basics of both hanging on for dear life
and using the heels of their hairy bare feet dragging along the ground to slow
them down, the two would-be entrepreneurs then proceeded to go for a drunken,
sputtering joy ride through the pasture (and in the process scared the ever
living crap out of the herd of bovines grazing peacefully there). I think that
was not only the first Harley Davidson “motorcycle” ever produced, but also the
first off-road rally sponsored by what would (unfortunately) soon come to be
known as The Motor Company.
No. Irrigation pumps, industrial paint shakers and riding lawn mower engines
don’t really need to generate a lot of horsepower or need to operate at high
RPMs to effectively do their job, but then you, as a proud, certified,
self proclaimed small engine and lawn mower repairman, excuse me, a “factory HD
technician,” should already have known that.
“it is not a high horsepower motorcycle the way it is built delivers 100% of
what its buyers expect.”
Considering that your average Harley Davidson doesn’t
deliver a whole hell of a lot to begin with (which is why there is such a
thriving aftermarket for these bikes, you have to rebuild them from the ground
up once you buy them just to get any kind of performance out of them), then its
buyers must have pretty low expectations of what you call a “motorcycle” if it
is exactly what they expect. What do you really get for all of that money?
Do you get cutting edge technology? No. Do you get contemporary designs? No. Do
you get special alloys and materials? No. You get a name and you pay dearly for
that name. What you don’t pay for in name, you get in noise and vibration and
you get plenty of both of those commodities.
HD buyers expect noise and a lot of flash to go with that noise. They want to
look the part without having to go through the motions of actually earning the
image. What I find so amusing is that Harley Davidson specifically tunes their
motors for sound, not power, because that is what the buyer wants (and the only
thing that Harley can tune for). The Harley owner wants a specific, easily
recognizable type of noise which they wrongfully equate with producing huge
amounts of raw power. Sound is a byproduct of power whereas power is not a
byproduct of sound. If you tune for power, sound will naturally follow, if you
tune for sound, it does nothing for power (and may actually decrease power in
the process).
Face it. As a “factory HD technician,” you of all people should know that
a Harley doesn’t really have a throttle (mounted on the handle bars) so much as
it has a volume control knob and that rednecks like you just love to roll that
volume control knob up and down every chance you get, at every red light, every
stop sign and every long street. “The louder the pipes, the badder the bike!” or
so you all like to think. Oh, and we can’t forget that tough, authoritative,
almost trademarked and almost copyrighted Harley sound that is laughingly said
to be reminiscent of “potato-potato-potato.” That is, unless, of course, you get
your outdated irrigation pump out of tune in which case it sounds more like
“inbred-inbred-inbred.”
“just because it doesnt go 180 mph doesnt mean it is a shitty product. christ
the first harley carbureter was a spent tomato can.”
Was it a spent tomato can? I had heard that their first
carburetor was the battered old brass spittoon that had belonged to Mr. Harley’s
mother and that she was righteously pissed that the two boys had taken it from
her bedside without asking her permission. No, Harley Davidson is a shitty
product because it is built using outdated technology yet it is sold to
ignorant, fanatical zealots such as yourself for several times the price of
contemporary, even cutting edge technology.
Harley Davidson is to motorcycles what cubic zirconia is to fine jewelry.
“it was a few american guys with an idea.”
It was two hillbillies rebuilding old bicycles in what
amounted to a wooden outhouse with a lean-to tacked on because they needed the
extra room to work. If they didn’t need the extra room to work, they figured
they might could rent the extra space out as an early prototype for an
efficiency apartment and make some money on the side to support their moonshine
habit. Davidson and Harley were damn lucky that they didn’t burn the outhouse
down while they were furtively trying to discover how to cast the arcane magic
spells required to produce internal combustion. However, in a fit of rare
drunken enlightenment, these two hayseeds slapped an old irrigation pump on a
bicycle frame and made their first motorcycle. Not THE first motorcycle, mind
you, but rather their first motorcycle and thus Harley Davidson and The Motor
Company was born!
Yee-the-fuck-haw.
I tell you what, though! Orville and Wilbur Wright had nothing at all on
Davidson and Harley as entrepreneurs! No, sir! Davidson and Harley were genuine
pioneers in the advancement of redneck personal transportation technology! As
amateur engineers, they were decades ahead of those silly Wright brothers!
Why, in hindsight, it is truly a-fucking-ah-mazing what Davidson and Harley had
slapped together in their little wood shack over a century ago. Why, these two
hillbillies had produced one of the most easily recognized and most popular
status symbol icons for an entire subculture that didn’t even exist yet! Yes,
when the first Harley Davidson motorcycle was produced all those many years ago,
there were no double wide mobile homes and no trailer parks, let alone NASCAR,
honky-tonks and line dancing! Talk about taking a leap of faith! Davidson and
Harley had created a product for a market that wouldn’t appear for several more
decades!
That’s probably why HD had such a slow start for the first five decades; they
truly were ahead of their time!
“the same idea that holds true to this day.”
No, you’re wrong and I’m going to call you on this
one. The original founders of Harley Davidson did not envision their young
company becoming the pagan religion that it is today. Mr. Davidson and Mr.
Harley are rolling over in their graves at the poser fashion empire that is what
their once cherished company has now become. Yes, Big Daddy Davidson is wringing
his fists in hell right now and cursing Willie Jr. and his twelve disciples for
what they have done to a once proud, once promising motorcycle manufacturer.
The Harley Davidson of today may be financially successful as a business, but it
is not financially successful because it builds motorcycles. Harley Davidson
sells relatively few motorcycles compared to the other motorcycle companies.
Hell, Harley is the number two retailer in the United States of America, its own
country of origin. Who is the number one retailer of motorcycles in America?
Honda. Honda is the number one motorcycle retailer in America and that’s got to
hurt really bad, you know, to get your ass kicked on your own home turf… not
once but twice in the same decade! Embarrassing, to say the least but then
Harley has always demonstrated that it is a follower, never a leader.
Harley Davidson is successful not in the same way that Honda or Kawasaki is,
rather it is successful in the same way that companies like Avon or Amway are.
Honda and Kawasaki sell motorcycles, of all types, shapes and sizes. Harley
Davidson sells only a few types of motorcycles and only a few models but it
sells a whole lot of other, non-motorcycle related junk and trinkets with its
name and logo on them. Harley Davidson does not sell motorcycles, they sell a
lifestyle and all the accessories to go with that lifestyle. Harley Davidson
sells a fantasy to people who don’t know the first thing about motorcycles (but
who like to think that they do and loudly brag about it as well). Harley
Davidson is successful not because every red blooded American male in the United
States rides a Harley, but because every three tooth, knuckle dragging redneck
in America wants to own one of their bikes and has the T-shirt, the tattoo and
the bumper sticker on their beat up old pickup truck to prove it.
“through adversity and waning market spikes they sustained their status with new
ideas and fresh technology.”
What are these new ideas and this fresh technology that
you are talking about? If you’re referring to the introduction of the Evolution
(hahahahaha) or the Twin Cam motors, or even the new Revolution motor, then I
hate to tell you that the Japanese were not only building motors like that
decades ago, but they were doing a better job back then than Harley is doing
today. Harley hasn’t had a fresh mechanical idea in decades now. I personally
don’t consider tweaking the same tired old motor or throwing a set of cams on
top of it to qualify as a “new idea” or “fresh technology” any more than me
putting a new aftermarket intake on my tired old L98 engine somehow magically
moves it into the same category and league of engineering advancement as the LS1
engine.
When Harley Davidson needed to build a power cruiser to cater to the younger
market segments and to stave off their impending second doom, they had to get
the Germans to build the engine because the Harley designed V-twin is an
absolute mechanical joke that I wouldn’t trust to power a riding lawnmower let
alone carry me from one end of this great country to the other. The Revolution
engine is a laugh in and of itself. While Suzuki is producing the GSX-R1000
based on 20 years of winning, Harley is the only company in the world that would
introduce a new model, make it their top of the line power horse and base it on
nearly a decade of consistent losing. That’s the difference between Harley and
other motorcycle manufacturers. Other manufacturers know what they are doing,
Harley does not. Other manufacturers learn from their mistakes, Harley has not,
does not and will not, ever.
Harley does the bare minimum to get buy, sorry, to get by. Like the popular (and
all too true) T-shirt says, “if they (Harley Davidson) had more engineers than
lawyers, they would be able to build a better bike.” You don’t know how true
that is but then when you’re busy pimping your logo on everything under the sun
from Barbie dolls to bags of coffee, I guess you really don’t have much time to
give a lot of effort to the little things like research and development.
Now, if you are perhaps talking about the new VRSC V-Rod in regards to fresh
technology, then I have to be the bearer of bad news for you. The V-Rod is a
German engine in an American frame, so it is essentially import powered (causing
a great amount of consternation among The Faithful). The V-Rod is a double edged
sword of Damocles for Harley Davidson in that it shows that the company is
starting to think about its future and is beginning to realize that its current
line of gold painted turds isn’t going to sell much past the end of the Baby
Boomer generation. The introduction of the V-Rod (or the “water hog” as it is
referred to by its owners) also proves my belief that Harley simply cannot
change, ever. They cannot adapt, they cannot learn and they cannot build
anything other than what they have built all along. If they could, they would,
and they wouldn’t be selling Barbie dolls and cigarettes in order to keep them
afloat financially. Harley had a chance to come back from the dead once, they
took the chance that they had been given and built a house of straw out of it.
When the big bad wolf of entropy finally comes along and notices them, again,
it’s going to be all over except for the crying.
The V-Rod is concrete proof that Harley has painted itself (once again) into a
corner and is screaming (once again) for help because (once again) they lacked
the forward thinking and vision that other motorcycle manufacturers have had all
along. I would respect the V-Rod a lot more if it was all Harley because that
would at least be a hint that Harley Davidson has realized the error of its ways
and was trying to do something contemporary but when I discovered that it was a
German engine, I had to laugh. Who does Harley think they are fooling? Harley
simply does not know how to produce a motorcycle nor do they know how to run a
motorcycle company. Harley is not proactive in their business thought and
strategy, they are reactive and defensive, slow to change because they are not
only in unknown territory (technology and engineering wise) but also because
they are scared that the fragile yet highly lucrative marketing bubble that they
have created may burst and collapse. Harley’s management style almost led to
their demise once before (and may do so again in the years to come). Harley is
far more concerned with their laughable heritage, with their make-believe image
and with their silly copyrights than with actually making motorcycles or
improving their designs and the breed.
Now, when you talk about HD having fresh ideas, I will take it that you mean
fresh ideas like:
“Hey, Skeeter! Let’s call up that there Mattel toy cumpahknee and see if they
can produces for us a big old line of Harley Davidson edition Ken and Barbie
dolls. Let’s make Barbie be bowlegged and come with a bottle of shine and Ken
will have a five-o-clock shadow and a Skoal ring in the back pocket of his
jeans. I also gots me an idea for a double-wide playset to go with it.”
Or …
“How abouts we done goes and calls up them there Ford folkses and tells them
that they gots to produce us a Harley Davidson pickup
truck so that thuh owners of our bikes won’t be so damn-blasted embarrassed to
haul their tore-assed-up bikes around when they done go and break down on them.”
Or the ever popular meeting breaker followed closely
thereafter by a motion to adjourn …
“Hey, Bubba! I’ll trade you a jug of shine and a twenty foot CB antenna for
some Polaroids of your sister in the shower if you got them. Oooo weeee! I swear
to Gawd she’s hotter than two field mice fucking in a burlap tater sack on a
Summer night!”
Yeah, I can see those types of ideas being thrown around a boredroom, sorry, a
boardroom in Milwaukee and undergoing some serious in-depth discussion. After
all, you’re talking about a group of backwoods hillbillies who were probably
genuinely confused as hell the first time someone took away their old corn cobs
and gave them a roll of toilet tissue to use instead.
“when norton, bsa, and indian were putting out the same technology they had used
for twenty years harley was moving forward.”
You mean, of course, that Harley Davidson was moving
forward into oblivion and doing so at an ever faster downwards spiral thanks to
poor management and laughable business strategies (does the name “Holiday
Rambler” ring a bell with you or are you too young to remember that managerial
debacle?). I will admit to having a certain professional respect for Harley
Davidson up until about the end of the 1950’s. After that, The Motor Company
spent the next three decades of its existence becoming a manufacturing joke and
then they spent the last two decades of their first century in business refining
that joke into a fashion and designer apparel empire that really had nothing at
all to do with their motorcycles or the humble, beginnings of Harley Davidson.
If you want to read a real success story, if you want to read about a man with a
dream, a man who built that dream into a world class company that produces
incredible motorcycles of all kinds, power equipment, generators, lawn mowers,
high performance world class sports cars and even highly sophisticated bipedal
anthropomorphic robots, then I suggest that you read about Sochiro Honda and how
he came to found and manage the Honda Motor Company. After all, the only robots
that Milwaukee produces are the non-volitional hickabilly automatons that make
up its languid customer base.
Now, as for those other companies putting out the same old technology for twenty
years in a row, what the hell do you think that Harley Davidson has been doing
for the past two decades? Has anything really, and I mean really
drastically changed at HD since Willie G. and his twelve disciples took the
company over? No. Harley Davidson has been doing the very thing you claim that
the other companies were doing, long after most of them are gone. I guess that
proves that Harley Davidson is a follower and not a leader.
“the first sport bike appeared on the scene in 1958 when the sportster was born.
nothing could touch that bike in its time.”
The Sportster did indeed have a time in the spotlight, but
it was a very short time. The Sportster rapidly lost its market position
to lighter, faster, less expensive import bikes from Japan and Britain and today
the Sportster is relegated to being known as the cheapest, entry level purchase
into the Harley lifestyle. Many of your own misguided brethren even scoff and
ridicule Sportster owners, telling them to get a “real” Harley, i.e. a more
expensive, larger Harley than the little “clown” or “kiddy” Harley that the
Sportster is all too often known as among your rank and file. The Sportster
never was a sport bike, it was a hot rod, at best. There is a difference.
It was a big motor in a light frame and it never had, currently does not, and
never will have the suspension or brakes to match its (comical) power output.
The Buell with the Sportster engine is a sport bike, the Sportster is not a
sport bike. The Buell is what the Sportster should be today, if Harley, like the
rest of the world, had allowed the Sportster to evolve.
The problem with the Sportster, both at the time of its introduction and even
today, nearly five decades later, is the same problem that plagues Harley
Davidson; stagnation. The Sportster is like most of Harley’s product line, a
good idea a long time ago, but the rest of the world has left the concept far
behind and refined it in the process. An excess of power and a shortage of
weight is one of the primary recipes for performance known to man, Harley didn’t
invent this concept, they merely used this principle for one of their models of
bikes and the bike was a success, in its own right. However, nothing changed
after that which is the primary problem with the Sportster. For decades now the
Sportster had remained virtually unchanged while other companies have used the
same principle, refined it, and are currently taking it to its most logical,
physical and technological limits.
Are modern sport bikes descendents of the 1958 Sportster?
No. The concept of the Sportster goes even further back than Harley’s 1958
example, all the way back to the hot rods of the late ‘40’s and early ‘50’s. The
concept is not unique specifically to the Harley line of products. Harley
Davidson took the concept for the Sportster from early hot rodders so it wasn’t
that original of an idea and Harley certainly didn’t invent the concept of
putting a big engine into a light frame. What is sad is that it took Harley
Davidson all the way until 1958 to produce this combination, whereas the rest of
the world was running around using this particular concept for decades before
Milwaukee. Sorry to let you down with that bit of reality there.
Today, the stock Sportster is pretty much a joke with even the biggest cubed,
largest motored examples barely breaking into the 12s in the quarter mile (and
doing so with a lot of huffing, wheezing, vibration and with the help of a good
tail wind to boot). Twelve second quarter miles might have been impressive, five
decades ago, but today that kind of performance is laughable to say the least in
something you think belongs in the “sport bike” category of motorcycles, a group
whose smallest members (the 600cc class) is running mid ten second quarter miles
while the open class and full liter bikes (still smaller than the 88cid Harley
V-twin) are hovering around the ultra-low 10s / high 9s stock. Sure you can
throw parts at the Sportster to get them to go faster but you practically have
to rebuild the entire bike in the process and you can easily double the cost of
the bike while doing so. That’s not good.
Stagnation, on a number of levels, is what has relegated the Sportster to its
lowly position today. Stagnation is the fact that Harley either didn’t
understand the full concept of the Sportster (thereby they did nothing with it
to refine the idea over the five decades since its introduction), they didn’t
care, or they were simply unable to be creative enough to increase the
performance (more power, better handling, better brakes, lighter weight). I
believe the latter is true, Harley simply cannot produce a contemporary
motorcycle design because they aren’t smart enough to do so. If they were, they
would have done so and remained both competitive and contemporary. Their failure
to produce anything that can be considered “world class” or “contemporary” is
not only telling, it’s nigh on unforgivable. It’s a sad day for this country
when the world’s last superpower produces a national motorcycle built to third
world technology.
Let’s look at things from a mechanical perspective, shall we? While there is a
big difference in the evolution of design and the forward march of high
technology between a 1984 Honda VF500F Interceptor, a 1994 Honda CBR600F2 and a
2004 Honda CBR600F4i, there is almost no difference at all between a 1984
Sportster, a 1994 Sportster and a 2004 Sportster. That’s two decades of
refinement and advancement for the Honda sport bike creating a better, lighter,
more powerful, faster, more competitive machine and twenty years of stagnation
for the Harley Sportster where they did little or nothing. Please don’t try to
use the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” routine. The Sportster was broke a
long time ago. Harley’s response is more properly stated as “if it’s broke, we
don’t know how to fix it.”
In two decades, Honda’s sport bikes have lost significant weight, improved their
handling and doubled their power (57hp in 1984 to 115hp in 2005). I don’t see
that kind of evolution with the Sportster which still has, if it’s lucky, the
amount of horsepower that the 1984 VF500F Interceptor was producing way back
then and the Sportster doesn’t even handle as well as that 20 year old example
of a sport bike.
Stagnation: think of it as the mechanical equivalent of inbreeding.
“i am sure that you probably ride a crotch rocket rice burner of some kind and
that is fine and dandy.”
Yes, I ride an import motorcycle, a sport bike; the 2004
Honda CBR600RR. I guess you could call it a “crotch rocket” but I prefer to
think of it as more of an exotic. Owning the double R is like driving a Ferrari
GTO in a world full of 1977 Ford Pintos. The CBR is an example of cutting edge
high technology, it is composed of advanced materials and precision
craftsmanship applied using science built upon decades of experience (I’m afraid
that when it comes to high tech alloys, the only titanium you will find on a
Harley is in the surgical pin used in the hip replacement of its geriatric
rider). Your use of the derogatory and insulting term “rice burner” clearly
shows that my ownership of an import is anything but fine and dandy with you and
that you look down on anyone not riding a bike just like yours.
Here’s a little bit of simple, real world science for you and the other ignorant
hayseeds like you… Japanese bikes do not burn rice. Instead, they burn premium
gasoline, in the 92 or 93 high octane flavor. My sport bike is considered one of
the high end examples of what is offered by Japan’s Big Four motorcycle
manufacturers. The CBR600RR is powered by a compact, ultra-high compression,
light weight, close tolerance, high performance, computer controlled,
electronically fuel injected engine that is one of the most advanced engines on
the planet. This engine produces 115 crank horsepower from just thirty-six cubic
inches (which is more than twice what you make out of eighty-eight cubic
inches). Can you honestly claim that your Harley or its engine is built using
modern designs or that any part of the bike that you ride is cutting edge? No,
you cannot. Therefore, calling my motorcycle a “rice burner” is like me saying
that your Harley is powered by moonshine and barefoot banjo music.
“more power to you but that bike began as a harley.”
Oh my sweet tap dancing Arlen Ness in a little pink tutu
trimmed with white lace!
What the hell is your major malfunction?! I swear I don’t know what highly
illegal, basement lab brewed, amateur mixed, ad hoc pharmaceutical of choice
that you are rampantly abusing but it can’t be very good for you in the massive
quantity that you are partaking or the schedule of use that you are seeking to
maintain when doing so. I suggest that you seek professional therapy post haste,
sir, because, contrary to your own special form of mental retardation, my bike
did not begin life as a Harley. My bike was born from a heritage of championship
racing and a long lineage of winning, two ideals that Harley Davidson is totally
unfamiliar with.
Yes, Harley may have, a long time ago, put a relatively big motor into a
relatively light frame and sold it as a regular production model but the point
is, they did nothing (NOTHING!!!) with it after that and it wasn’t really their
idea to begin with. Harley Davidson, merely took a tried and true concept
already in use by hot rodders and they applied it to a regular production model
of their motorcycle line.
Saying that any modern sport bike is a direct descendent of the 1958 Sportster
not only shows your rampant arrogance but also your unforgivable ignorance.
Professionally speaking, I would say that the 2004 Honda CBR600RR has about as
much in common, lineage and heritage-wise, with the 1958 Harley Davidson
Sportster as a cheetah has with a donkey.
“the technolgy in your motorcycle as well as in your car and other areas is all
a direct result of a fundemental idea.”
I'm sorry. If Milwaukee has anything that can be referred to as
fundamental in nature, then it’s probably more properly spelled with a “duh”
after the “n” as in “fun-DUH-mental.” No, the technology in my car and my bike
are not new, but they are highly refined from their original concepts. Both of
my cars and my motorcycle rely on engines that make power through the principle
of internal combustion; the mechanical operation of pistons, valves, cams, the
mixing of fuel and air into a cylinder and the introduction of a high voltage
spark to ignite that mixture in order to produce power. My car has a
supercharger mounted to the engine, from the factory, and superchargers are at
least as old as World War 2 and probably, if memory serves me right, existed
even before that! Both my car and my bike are fuel injected and while their fuel
injection is computer controlled, fuel injection has also been around since the
advent of the internal combustion engine. Hell, German fighter planes were using
mechanical fuel injection in World War II and the Corvette used Rochester
mechanical fuel injection in the late ‘50’s and early ‘60’s.
No, my cars and my sport bike use tried and well established, well tested
technology, but the point is that this technology has been refined, over many
decades of research and development, of testing, of trial and error, of
competing and winning against similar technology, of finding what worked and
what didn’t work. My cars and my sport bike are modern examples of the
continuing refinement of traditional ideas. Now, if my bike sported a pulse wave
modulated anti-gravity lift system and was powered by a pocket size fast
propagator anti-matter reactor, yeah, I’d say that the technology was “new” but
my bike isn’t powered by such fanciful technology. No, the technology of my bike
(and my cars) is not new. However, the technology behind the construction and
performance of my bike is very highly advanced, not new, but refined and
advanced to levels that Milwaukee simply cannot understand nor can they
reproduce this technology in their current state of development.
Next you ignorance cursed hillbillies will be trying to convince me that Harley
Davidson holds the patent on internal combustion or has trademarked the concept
of rubbing two sticks together to produce fire (an analogy not at all out of
place in describing the internal workings of their engines). I wouldn’t be
surprised if they did try to copyright the act of internal combustion, after all
they once tried to trademark the sound of their engines. Hell, if they could,
they’d copyright leather and chrome as well. It’s too bad you can’t copyright
ignorance because Harley would not only be one of the world’s leading suppliers
of this commodity but also one of the world’s leading consumers as well.
“how dare you deface the ideals that harley stands for.”
What the hell do you care? You don’t even have
enough respect to capitalize the “A” in “American,” the “C” in “Christ” or the
“H” and “D” in “Harley Davidson” and don’t tell me that it doesn’t matter
because it’s email or the Internet. If your computer is anything like the bike
you so fervently pledge your allegiance to, I could understand if perhaps your
SHIFT key is broken however I’m more inclined to blame it on your ignorance and
your rather telling lack of even an elementary education. Hell, as a Harley
owner, you’re lucky if you can recite your ABCs in order without a note or two
from a banjo or a harmonica to get you started.
“it is an american icon.”
No. Harley Davidson is an American embarrassment and a pop
culture icon. In their pitiful effort to survive, they
have become that which they stood so strongly against, in other words, they sold
out. The kind of gullible fools who support and reward Harley
Davidson would make a Special Ed class look like the top honors carrying
graduating lineup at Harvard. Case in point; you.
“harley riders buy their bikes because they love them”
Simple pleasures for simple minds.
Many years ago, J. Gullato shared with me, via email, one of the most succinct
insights, regarding the whole retarded Harley Davidson mindset, that I have ever
had the pleasure of reading. Mr. Gullato said “sure, if you asked nine out of
ten people what kind of bike they would want they would say Harley Davidson but
then nine out of ten people don’t know shit about motorcycles.” That, I think,
is the crux of the whole problem. The people who buy Harley Davidson aren’t
thinking on their own, instead they’re letting Milwaukee do the thinking for
them. I believe that it would be far more truthful to say that “Harley
riders buy their bikes because they’re gullible fools who don’t know shit about
motorcycles.”
“not to be a badass though many of us are, and, that being said, i would like to
meet you sir just to slap the taste out of you mouth.”
Ah, good! I was wondering when the totally make-believe
“I’m a tough guy (and / because) I ride a Harley” thought process would appear
in your argument. Let’s get something perfectly straight to start off with; you’re not a bad ass. If this particular email of yours proves anything at
all to anyone, it’s that you’re a complete and utter dumb ass (not a bad ass). I
find it laughable that you somehow (erroneously) think that you’ve magically
transmogrified into a real biker (and / or) bad ass just because you (own /
ride) a Harley Davidson. Please excuse me if I laugh out loud in your hillbilly
face.
If you were a real bad ass, then you wouldn’t be riding an overweight,
underpowered, outdated motorcycle like a Harley. No, instead you’d be riding
something super serious like a Gixxer, or a CBR or a Ninja or a Hiyabusa. You’d
be riding something with some guts that also took skill and intelligence to work
on both the street and the strip / track. Bad asses don’t ride pop culture icons
and redneck mopeds.
You aren’t as bad as you think you are, in fact, you’re no where near as
bad as you (want / pretend) to be. Riding a Harley and saying you’re a bad ass
is like taking a $60,000 RV camping at a KOA site and then telling everyone that
you’re going to be “roughing it” in the wild. For all of your put on bravado,
when the rubber meets the road, the truth is that fifty-seven horsepower and
five thousand RPM seems to be about the limit for upstart malcontents like you.
Face the facts, you ride a Harley because you can’t ride a sport bike, you
don’t have the reflexes or skill or the intelligence to handle something like a
sport bike, you don’t have what it takes to control that kind of power or
understand that level of technology. Oh, you can talk about all of the mighty
power that your Harleys make and how tough they are but when you look at what
you ride, both mechanically and technologically, you ride some of the weakest
production motorcycles in the world.
As for your comically inept threats, well, let’s just say that I’m really not
surprised that you would want to physically harm me because my opinion differs
from yours. After all, since people like you live in a very fragile, very closed
minded world of constructed from whole cloth make believe I can fully understand
why you would want to lash out at anything which seeks to shatter the artificial
perception of your life and your world. I’ve long said that Harley owners don’t
live in the real world, at least not the world that the rest of us live in. I
can understand why you would want to physically hurt anyone who proves time and
time again just what a bunch of loser, no-life posers you and your kind are. I
can understand your deep frustration when someone comes along and repeatedly
points out just how ridiculous your lives have become. The famous author Isaac
Asimov once said it best when he explained that “violence is the last refuge of
the incompetent” and Harley owners prove him right each and every time.
The difference between you and me is that people like you have to brag,
incessantly, of your choice in motorcycles, of your loyalty to a false religion,
and of your physical and martial prowess whereas I do not. Who I am and what I
am are not defined by what motorcycle I ride nor do I swear allegiance to the
company that makes my motorcycle. Your bike and your image are your life, they
are the core aspects of your personality, a personality that was so devoid of
substance to begin with that it took the introduction of a big flashy motorcycle
and a make-believe lifestyle to make you a complete person, to make you who you
are today. Your life is a lie because your Harley and the pretend lifestyle
which goes with it defines you. I have no wonder why you and your kind are so
defensive and quick to react to any one who threatens who and what you have
become. Without your bike, you are nothing. Without the pre-packaged image
and lifestyle that you subscribe to, you are both mundane and superfluous, a
skin tag on the ass of humanity.
Oh, I never grow weary of you hillbillies and your amusing threats of violence
because, like I have stated, your threats define you and your kind. Your threats
wonderfully illustrate your narrow mind and your limited ability to reason
rationally or think logically. Another important difference between you and me
is that never once in any of my replies, whether private or public, have I in
turn wished violence upon any Harley rider nor have I ever threatened a Harley
owner.
Why?
I don’t threaten you or your kind because I don’t have to. I don’t have to
prove that I’m a bad ass to you or to anyone else because what you think of me
is not important to me. Those who know me know what I can do and they trust me
with their lives. That’s a powerful form of trust and it says volumes for my
character, my capabilities and my prowess. Curiously, I have found (in my half
decade of service as a police officer and as a member of my department’s SWAT
entry team) that it is the very people who brag the most about how bad they are
that are the first ones to hit the floor when the sugar turns to shit. Remember:
those who can do it don’t brag about it because they don’t have to brag about
it. My own personal philosophy is to walk softly and carry a big stick.
Oh, I’m afraid that your little show of raw physical strength has been wasted as
this is not a contest of strength, rather it is a battle of ideas and you
are sadly ill equipped for even a light skirmish in this particular arena. When
it comes to discussing ideas and concepts, to debating change, a Harley owner is
the kind of inwrought Philistine who would take a baseball bat to a voting
booth. If this were just a contest of strength, then it would be based upon the
performance of our bikes, not the physical strength of the riders who own them.
If this were a contest of strength, based on performance, even my lowly 600cc
would whip anything that Harley produces (including the ridiculous cross-bred
V-Rod).
Save your silly, store bought, make believe poser persona for the buck tooth,
bowlegged, tread bare, high mileage, tassel crotch skanks at your next group
ride. They might quiver and dampen the seat on your Harley when you start
spinning your lame talk but as for me, I’m not impressed by your kind. Never
have been, never will be.
“we ride out motorcycles for the feeling that we get on the back of those
things. they have crazy low end torque and even though they dont slolom, or rev
to 15k rpms, or pull fucking wheelies out of the shop they do what they are
supposed to do, and that is the bottom line.”
Perhaps you ride your motorcycles the way that you do
because you can’t ride your motorcycles in any other way, even if you tried.
Now, let’s think about this logically ... I know I am asking a lot of you to
put into service the few brain cells required to reason it out but I think
you’ll learn something here so work with me. The reason why your motorcycles
don’t slalom, or rev to fifteen grand or pull wheelies out of the shop is the
simple reason that your motorcycles can’t do any of those things.
A wheelie on a Harley?
Yeah, if the laws of physics and gravity were repealed, sure, you might be able
to get the front tire a few inches up off the ground. The problem with any
Harley is that you have an excess of weight and a shortage of power, a problem
which occurs as a byproduct of the outdated design in every model that Milwaukee
produces. My bike can do wheelies (if I so choose to do them which I don’t)
because I have a much higher power to weight ratio than you do. Please don’t
think that stunts like wheelies and stoppies are the sign of a skilled rider,
anyone can do those with a little bit of practice. As a rider with twenty-five
years of experience both on and off the road in everything from two to four
wheelers I have to state that stunts and those who do them on public streets
don’t impress me. Of course, when it comes to wheelies, it certainly helps that
I’m probably lighter than you as well. When it comes to doing stunts, some of it
is bike and some of it is rider and as such, I think even a 170hp Suzuki
GSX-R1000 would be huffing and grunting like the dickens to try to put some
daylight between the road and the front tire with your fat hillbilly ass lodged
in the saddle.
A Harley on the slalom? Right… Putting a Harley on a road course with anything
other than straight line between two points, is probably the very definition of
masochistic (if not suicidal). Wringing what little horsepower that you can out
of that irrigation pump you call a “motorcycle engine” is part hillbilly black
magic sorcery and part pure doggone luck. There’s no science to it, and
there hasn’t been any science to it for about five decades now.
Rev your irrigation pump to fifteen grand? Not likely. Maybe if you had three
Harleys in a row, revving to redline and you added up the RPMs between them you
might get a total of fifteen grand but you’d have to count fast before the parts
started flying. Hell, I’ve seen Cummins Turbo Diesel engines in Dodge trucks
with higher rev limits than most Harleys can see and as for having crazy low end
torque, well, if I were trying to get six hundred pounds of junk moving, you had
better believe that I would want all the crazy low end torque that I could get
coming my way. The problem is, a Harley Davidson engine isn’t the best design in
the world and even though you are producing some appreciable amount of torque,
you’re still doing it in a piss poor fashion.
“i would like to see you go to a bike rally and talk the shit that you talk on
your pussy fucking website.”
As for talking to Harley owners the way I do on this site,
yeah, I’m known for that too. You see, most Harley owners are thin skinned
facades. It’s been my personal experience that if you make a few steps towards
them, if you invade their personal space directly and act like you not only own
the whole area but their souls as well, they rapidly melt in short order and go
back to being the scared little CPAs and used car salesmen that they were Monday
through Friday.
Case in point. This past weekend I rode my CBR down to a car show in another
county, a nice leisurely 45 miles one way on a warm Spring morning. There were
four hundred and sixteen entries so it wasn’t a small show by any stretch of the
word. I parked my CBR next to a blue and white Gixxer 600. Those were the only
two sport bikes there, the other ten motorcycles were all cruisers, standards
and tour bikes. I’d say there were probably an even mixture of Harleys and
imports. I wore my “Special Ed” t-shirt and walked around like I owned the
place. You would not believe all of the Harley posers there in their leather
chaps, their vests with all the patches walking up and down among the rows of
cars and how many people were wearing Harley Davidson T-shirts and baseball
caps. Funny, I didn’t see that many Harleys in the parking lot. Where were all
of these bikes that these people owned? During my walk through the show, I saw
two Harleys get trailered into the show and I just shook my head and laughed
because they were bone stock and soon had a small group of rednecks gathered
around them to oooh and ahhhh. Why were they trailered? Well, you wouldn’t want
to get something plebian like a rock chip in that custom $4000 paint job, now
would you? Heaven forbid if you actually rode your Harley more than a few miles
a year, why, that might reduce its investment worth and its resale value! But I
digress… suffice it to say that there were plenty of Harley posers there that
day but they must have ridden ten up on each bike to get there if you counted
the number of T-shirts to actual bikes present.
Fast forward a few hours and I was minding my own business when two laughably
tough looking Harley slathered ass clowns came up behind me and read my shirt
aloud so that everyone around the car I was looking at could hear them. After
they finished, one of them said:
“I bet he rides one of those pussy ass plastic bikes up by the entrance.”
Well, that was, as they say, all that needed to be said. When I turned around to
stare at him, he and I both got a pretty good surprise in that we found out that
when I straightened up (from bending over to look inside the cockpit of a ’72
Plymouth Road Runner) that I had a good four inches of height on him and
obviously more muscle and mass. These two bozos were just a pair of kids, they
couldn’t have been much older than their early 20’s but here they were trying to
start trouble because their mouth was bigger than their brain. The kid who had
made the comment about my bike took a step back but it was too late. I stepped
right smartly into his personal space and planted myself right square in his
world front and center with an authority that made him visibly nervous. He tried
to regain his composure but it was too far gone. His friend stood there as
useless as lug nuts on a birthday cake. It was funny to watch this kid’s lower
lip quiver and his face drain of color as the rusty mental gears in his noggin
ground together trying to come up with a way to get out of the situation that
his big mouth had just gotten him into. I let him suffer for a few seconds until
he finally cowed down and backed up another step. The other people around the
Plymouth were edging to get a better view in case it turned into a brawl.
“I’m sorry, little boy.” I told the kid. “I didn’t quite hear what you said
behind my back. Now that you can say it to my face, perhaps you would give me
the courtesy of repeating it.”
“Let’s go, Jess.” The other kid said.
The kid I was staring down was frozen so bad he must have been pissing ice cubes
in his pants.
“Did I hear you say something about you not liking my bike?” I said slowly,
edging forward another step as he retreated another step.
“Let’s GO, Jess! Come ON, man, let’s GO!”
Jess finally got the idea and both he and his buddy turned to leave. I was
willing to let them go since I had given them a good scare. That’s when I
noticed that Jess had a clip-on pony tail! What the… I couldn’t believe that
this kid was stupid enough to wear a clip on pony tail and try to walk the walk.
Oh, I was not going to let this poser step off and get away like that!
“Hold up, boy.” I told him sternly and the kid stopped dead in his tracks as I
marched over to him at a brisk pace.
“You’ve got something there on the back of your head. Here, let me get it for
you.”
I unclipped his stupid little fake pony tail and looked at it. Who the fuck
wears a fake pony tail? What kind of person is so lame, so incomplete that they
have to wear around a clip on piece of hair to make them look like they’re
tough. Where do you hillbillies get this crap and who do you think you are
fooling with it? It doesn’t impress people, it only makes other people laugh at
you.
“Here you go.” I said, handing him his clip-on pony tail back to him. “I think
one of your sister’s Barbie dolls is missing this. You better run along and see
that she gets it back before she gets worried and starts to cry.”
Oh, he wanted to say something but I stared him down, eye to eye and never
backed down. He knew I was waiting on him to say something else but his mind was
obviously keeping a tight leash on his mouth. The way I was holding my helmet in
my hand, chin bar clenched tight, probably told him that if he tried to do
something stupid like throw a punch, I’d use the helmet to rearrange his stack
and knock his block off. After what seemed a minute or two of a staring contest
(I hate people who dip, they always have this nasty air about them…), he wisely
backed down and left, partially in tow of his friend who was doing most of the
motivating for them to leave the vicinity. I watched them go, turning to look
over their shoulders at me and talk rapidly between their selves. I didn’t worry
about what they might do to my bike, that was why I had insurance and since my
bike did not define who I am nor did I base my life around it, any damage or
destruction to the bike would be of minimal inconvenience to me. I could always
get another bike, no problem.
“Hey, brother!”
I turned around at the words. A man and his wife had watched the whole episode
and they were laughing at how it had turned out. He walked around the Plymouth
and introduced himself as Mike Reynolds and his wife Sheila. Mike then shook my
hand and told me how happy he was to find someone original in this crowd of
posers. We talked bikes and cars for about twenty minutes until we parted
company. He got the URL of my website and a week later, ordered the same shirt I
was wearing and two other designs as well.
So, to answer your question, yes, I live and let live but if you start
something, I’ll be sure to finish it for you, no problem and if you get your
feelings hurt in public, too bad. That’s your own damn fault. I’m not scared of
you or your kind, because I’ve seen too many of you and know your kind all
too well to ever take you seriously.
“i hope you wrap that piece of shit ride around a tree but even that is too good
for you and besides it is not the fault of the bike you ride that its owner is
an ass hole.”
Ah, good!
Yet another common staple of the classic pre-programmed Harley owner specific
retardation rears its ugly head and this time it’s the tired old “You don’t like
Harley Davidson so I hope you have a terrible wreck on your little piece of shit
rice burner and I hope you die a horribly painful death, you big dumb meanie!”
type response. Sigh. You hicks are nothing if you aren’t predictable. Having
myself been in several near fatal motorcycle accidents over the last two decades
(drunk driver ran a red light and destroyed my ’93 Honda VFR750F in Oct ’94, I
hit a deer at 70mph while sport touring on my ’95 Kawi Ninja ZX-6R in August ’98
and my ’04 CBR600RR was recently destroyed by a careless driver who hit me from
behind on my blind side while I was trying to merge onto highway 98 from a turn
lane on May 13, 2005), I can safely say that having been on both sides of being
up and down on a bike, I wouldn’t wish a bad motorcycle accident on anyone, not
even someone as despicable as you. I guess that’s just one more thing that truly
sets people like me apart from people like you and at the same time shows
everyone reading this just who the real biker is in this discussion.
God bless you, ride safe out there and thank you for your happy wishes to
me down the road. Your absence of character and your lack of class are both very
evident failures and go far in adding up to your total negative sum worth as a
basic human being.
“i am sure that it would be much happier in the hands of someone who appreciates
the heritage of it.”
Oh, I strongly disagree!
I feel very confident that my sport bike is quite happy right where it is,
belonging to someone who fully understands its heritage and its pedigree,
belonging to someone who treats it with respect and appreciates it for the
technological piece of art that it is. This, of course, as opposed to you, an
uneducated clod who apparently doesn’t have the first clue about anything at all
on two wheels. I don’t know what it takes to be a “factory HD technician” but
apparently having an IQ less than the rear wheel horsepower of your bike must be
a requirement if not an unfair advantage.
“maybe you should research the facts and the community before you start making
shallow comments and unwarrented slandor about a true american unlike yourself.”
It’s not so much a “community” as it is a “commune,” isn’t
it? I find it hillarious that this accusation is coming from someone who
actually believed that Honda was started by Harley Davidson (using American
money… we can’t forget that part). Maybe it is you who should research your
facts before you open your mouth and fire off ignorant emails at people who know far more
than you ever will. Oh, and here’s another startling revelation: I am an
American and probably more of an American than you ever will be because unlike
you, I understand that my birthright isn’t based on something I own (and
something that can subsequently be taken away rather easily) nor does my
birthright come with some stupid requirement to own a Harley before I get all of
my citizenship rights. What I ride or what I drive does not determine in any way
whatsoever if I am an American or not nor does it determine to what degree I am
an American any more so than it does for you.
“and maybe you should go tell the next group of bikers you see that they are all
pussies and only think they are badasses because they ride a harley.”
Ah! I’ve got a far better and far more humorous idea. Since you’re an ignorant racist who’s not afraid to openly insult black
people (at least from behind the safety of his computer), why don’t you prove to
us what a truly bad ass biker you are by finding a large group of black males
and calling them “niggers” to their face. You don’t seem to be afraid throw
racial slurs around on the Internet so let’s see you do it in public, little
boy. Chances are good that if you actually do try this in real life that you’ll
be shitting teeth for a week and eating soft food for the rest of your life,
especially if they’re riding modern sport bikes and all you have is your
ridiculous Harley. Oh, and you might want to schedule a few days off from work
after you try this because I bet it’s going to be really hard to walk around or
work with that stickered-up half-helmet of yours and your pair of Oakleys shoved
sideways up your ass.
“but i know that you wont because you hide behind your fucking computer.”
Well, I think you’ve hit just about every cliché and
staple defense known to the typical HD owner in your insipid little email.
When it comes to hiding behind a computer, I bet you could teach me a thing or
two about that. No, I don’t hide behind my computer but I also don’t go around
looking to pick fights with complete strangers just because they are somehow
different than me, either. You see, I have an opinion, an original opinion (in
direct contrast to yours) and it is a well thought out opinion that I have
supported with facts and information gathered from your kind for over a decade
and a half now. That opinion is obviously different from yours (which causes you
no amount of consternation) but much to your chagrin, I am fully entitled to
have my opinion because this is America and I am an American. Throughout
history, Americans have always spoken their minds, especially about things which
they thought were wrong or about things they thought were being done badly.
I could care less if you read my opinion or even if you like it or not. I could
care less if I hurt your feelings or if you lost sleep over it because I gave
you a hint at the truth. However, I will defend my opinion to the best of my God
given capacity and talents. Since my opinion is located on my website, in my
domain, which is bought and paid for by me, and since I do not advertise my
website, since I do not charge admission nor do I troll other people’s websites
and post my opinion or opinions on their turf, that means you have to come here
to my home turf, read my opinion and either agree or disagree. If you disagree
with me, I could care less. You obviously have your reasons for disagreeing but
I’m really not interested in hearing them. What you are doing now is invading my
private space, you’re marching into my front yard, shouting at me in my house
and telling me that not only am I’m wrong but that you don’t appreciate me
having the thoughts that I do in the privacy of my own home. You see,, my
entire domain is actually a private domain, it is my property and it is you who
are trespassing. Yes, I leave the gate open for anyone to come in, I don’t
charge admission but I expect you to be on your best behavior. If you are not,
if you get rowdy, then don’t be surprised if I walk right out the front door,
snatch you up by the scruff of your red neck and put you out on the curb with
the rest of the garbage. If you start trouble here, I will take you down several
notches and show the world what an idiot you are.
The funny thing here is that what you are asking me to do, is the very
thing that you and your kind have been guilty of doing for decades now. Now,
let’s think about what you just said… You’re asking me to go and actively be an
asshole and ruin other people’s motorcycling experiences because their view or
their possessions aren’t exactly like mine. Who acts like that? Harley
owners. Besides, why should I go and tell a bunch of image slaves pretending to
be bikers to change when it’s so much more fun just to watch you and your kind
pose? If Harley stops selling bikes to hayseed dirtfucks like you, I’m out of a
hobby (and a deep source of humor to boot).
Find me in public and we’ll talk shop, but if you look down your nose at
me and tell me to get a real bike, I’ll dress you up one side and down the other
in a fashion that would make R. Lee Ermey look like Mary Poppins
in comparison.
As for hiding behind my computer, I don’t hide behind my computer. I don’t
have to. My email, my physical address and even my home phone number are clearly
stated on my website but I guess you were too stupid to figure out where to look
to find that information. My site is WYSIWYG (what you see is what you get).
While a lot of people on the Internet (like you) pretend to be one thing online
while they are another in the real world, such is not the case with me. Why
should I lie to you about who I am? If I’m not afraid of some of the local
hardened criminals knowing where I live, I’m certainly not scared of someone
like you on the Internet knowing where I live. However, since you missed it
before, here it is again.
Christopher T. Shields
1117 National Guard Road
Columbia, MS 39429
601.736.8401
There, I’ve posted
my information for the umpteenth time, now let’s see you do the same, champ.
I’ve called your bluff, now it’s time to lay your cards on the table and we’ll
all get to see what a pathetic loser you really are when you can’t match my
hand. Go on, I dare you to send me your contact information so I can freely post
it here. You won’t, though, because posers like you are shit scared of me. I am
everything that you want to be but never can be because I am a true individual
and an original human being. You are nothing to me, no threat, no challenge and
certainly no equal.
“i live in orlando florida by the way so if you are ever here please look me up
i would love to meet you. so fuck off.”
Well, now that’s an open invitation if I ever heard one
but I really doubt that I would be interested at all
in ever meeting you. You see, I tend to gravitate towards people
who are of at least my own educational background or,
failing that, at least somewhat interesting. I don't
foresee myself looking up or hanging out with someone who is dumb enough
that I could use simple Jedi mind tricks on them to get them
to do what I wanted them to do. Yes, I
truly doubt that you and I could ever sit down and
have a lengthy conversation because I’m afraid that I really don’t know any
words small enough for you to understand.
“Midnight Rider"
“Midnightrider?” Oh, you have got to be kidding! Your
email address sounds more like the title for an old Allman Brothers song from
the mid-1970s than some email handle for a “real” biker. Yep,
ole Willie G. must be so proud to know that you’re one of his most devout
followers. In fact, I bet he's smiling all the way to
the bank.