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Indeed.

If "loud pipes save lives," imagine how well they would do if they learned to ride those things.

It's a fascinating cult. Expensive, clumsy machines that have trouble getting out of their own way have become the playthings of retired accountants.

Born to be mild!

Oddly, I like to go to various national parks, usually Glacier or Yellowstone, in the summer. They are generally full of Harley riders. The Harley riders are some of the few people who seem to know HOW TO OPERATE THEIR VEHICLES.

So in my experience, they act like the good guys.

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Indeed.

If "loud pipes save lives," imagine how well they would do if they learned to ride those things.

It's a fascinating cult. Expensive, clumsy machines that have trouble getting out of their own way have become the playthings of retired accountants.

Born to be mild!

Oddly, I like to go to various national parks, usually Glacier or Yellowstone, in the summer. They are generally full of Harley riders. The Harley riders are some of the few people who seem to know HOW TO OPERATE THEIR VEHICLES.

So in my experience, they act like the good guys.

Yup, nothing says, "Getting back to nature" like the rumble of a bunch fat guys wearing leather vests and brain buckets as they enhance their bike's safety with extra decibels along America's nature trails.

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Yup, nothing says, "Getting back to nature" like the rumble of a bunch fat guys wearing leather vests and brain buckets as they enhance their bike's safety with extra decibels along America's nature trails.

I said THEY KNOW HOW TO DRIVE.

And they spend a lot of time off their bikes hiking around, too.

But, yes, I could do without the blubblubblubblub. Thing is, when I'm driving past a car, or behind one, especially on Going to the Sun Road, I have to expect any kind of stupid manouevering. Harley drivers behave.

Now ask me about the Yamaha crotch rocket types who like to pass in the no-passing zone. Or the imbiciles who can't read the "nothing longer than 28'" sign. THEY ought to be, err, I dunno, sent to the stupid-farm?

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Now ask me about the Yamaha crotch rocket types who like to pass in the no-passing zone.

I like those guys....they are actually trying to make good time.

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Now ask me about the Yamaha crotch rocket types who like to pass in the no-passing zone.

I like those guys....they are actually trying to make good time.

I am just gonna bite my tongue and say "see your objection to Harley's above, and then consider".

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Now ask me about the Yamaha crotch rocket types who like to pass in the no-passing zone.

There is no excuse for this stupidity, or passing on the right, nor blasting past another vehicle at high speed.

I agree that most Harley riders are responsible. My criticism is that many have no real idea how to properly handle a bike - off-line, wavering out of lane on corners, riding out ride on corners, etc.

Riding a motorcycle well is a finely developed skill, not a "lifestyle."

Fortunately nature weeds out they typical Harley driver from piloting a Ducati superbike; their beer gut hits the tank and prevents them from bending forward and reaching the handgrips.

OTOH, most Harley riders are really nice guys.

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There is no excuse for this stupidity, or passing on the right, nor blasting past another vehicle at high speed.

Especially on this road, which is where some of them were doing it this July...

That line on the far mountain is the road cut.

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crotch rockets are for pussies and gay men. (and wanna be ghetto gangstas)

Harley's are making some of the coolest road machines around and the EVO engine has made Harley to overcome the old adage: 'it breaks down alot' mentality.

If you watch the Isle of Man TT race... You may rethink that assessment on sport bikes These men possess nerves of steel.

Mark

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Indeed.

If "loud pipes save lives," imagine how well they would do if they learned to ride those things.

It's a fascinating cult. Expensive, clumsy machines that have trouble getting out of their own way have become the playthings of retired accountants.

Born to be mild!

The real tragicomedy is the 'uniform' geriatric Harley riders wear. Black helmets, black leather & shades they imagine makes them look like Hells Angels but in fact it's the retired accountants substitute for a lawn bowls uniform.

ive got a harley, and im a bad-ass.