My God - that was some raw meat for Amp...
From South Dakota!!
Glad you decided to join us!!
And a Biker too!!
You'll love it here - Going waaay off subject is ok!!!
I bought a Harley - a 1976 AMF Shovelhead - in 1990.
The AMF Shovelhead is probably the most disliked Harley made.
The Union was pissed at Harley back in the 70's...
And since Unions are so honorable and trustworthy, some members used sabotage as a method to get what they wanted...
So that's part of the reason Shovelheads have a bad reputation. Put the seals in backwards and it'll leak oil....
So the sabotage members of the union royally ef-ed over the dealers - they had to fix it and deal with the mad customers.
But who cares - I want what I want - screw everyone else...
I never did understand how putting the company you work for out of business is supposed to get you better wages and benefits.
Must be a "Union Thing"...
Anyway I worked with a fellow that was from Oklahoma and he kinda talked funny.
He also wouldn't be a high scorer on an I.Q. test... But he was generally a nice guy and good worker.
Well, one day he stroll's into the shop, cool as a cucumber, punches in and says to me, "Guess what?""
"What? I say
"I just bought me a used 1983 V-65 Magna"
"WOW!! Cool!!" I say. "Just exactly WTF is a V-65 Magna? Some kinda gun or a vacuum cleaner?"
"No!! It's a Honda motorcycle!! And it goes a 183 mph." he says with his smooth Okee drawl.
"Oh..." I say. "Is that the kind where you look like you're f*cking the gas tank when you ride it??"
"No!!" he says with and eye roll...
How can I be so stupid not to know what a "V-65 Magna" is???
We go look at it and I thought it wasn't too ugly.
You sit on it in a normal fashion, but it had this enormous water cooled monstrosity of an engine...
It was an ef-ing huge engine - shaft drive too - no chain.
It was a "V-4" with the "V" oriented like a Harley - only with a lot wider "V".
I wasn't sure at the time what the hell the "65" was supposed to mean in the "V-65"...
Later I figured out it was the engine size in cubic inches... Why ci instead of cc's - I have no idea.
It's a trend the japs have expanded on.
He fired it up and it was so quiet and smooth I wasn't sure it was even running.
He twists the "loud handle" and winds it up to 470,000,000 rpm...
Then I could hear it a little - sounded just like moms sewing machine!!
Well, from that point on, every single day, it was brag, brag, brag about his Honda...
Usually followed with a "If you wanna line em' up, I'm ready anytime."
He really badgered the hell out of me for a long time - I mean, he was a real ass-hole about it!!
Yessir - that's why I bought a 1970's era oil leakin' 38 horse-power Harley - So I can drag race rice rockets!!
How much ef-ing sense does that make??
So finally, I said "Look, you stupid f*cking Okee (uh... sorry there Walt...) How much sense does it make to race our 2 bikes??"
"Whadda you mean?" says the Einstein Honda owner...
"It's like racing a Ferrari against my moms Buick - Which do you think would win?? So quit f#cking asking me to race!!"
He kinda stood there like he just realized how really completely stupid it was to harass me daily about wanting to race.
Maybe a little guilt for being such and ass-hole??? Maybe???
"I will have one race with you..."
Elmer Fudd brightens up a little. "Oh yeah? What kinda race is that?" he asks.
"I'll race you to the bank" I said.
Scratching his balls while he's in deep thought... "Whadda you mean by that?"
"In 10 years, that complicated hunk of shit of yours won't even be running, You are going to lose every penny you spent on it."
His eyes open a bit wider...
"While my oil leaking 38 horse-power Harley will go up in value."
That was another concept that seemed to have startled him a bit...
I paid $3,600 for my Harley - He paid $3,800 for his Honda
Soon after - we both quit that company and went our separate ways.
I moved out of state for a while, and moved back home...
And yes, 10-12 years after - I did meet up with him.
He still had the V-65 Magna.
Had it to the dealer "a least a 1/2 dozen times" to fix the "awful noise" it was making.
Every trip to the dealer was a $300-$500 bill - he couldn't afford that shit, and he got tired of arguing with them.
So he gave up on it and put it in his shed.
I still have and ride my 1976 Harley to this day - The only Harley I've ever owned - and it's gone up in value.
"You were right." said the Okee. "I wish I woulda bought a Harley..."
Won that race, didn't I?
Anyway - Welcome to HPT!!!