My brother left for Arizona this morning, and he’s bringing back my Road King. I wished I could have gone and rode her home, but with work busting out a new software in 2 weeks, I didn’t even ask because I have too much to do. I can’t hold a thought in my head thinking about it. Having her in the garage, sitting next to it and examining every inch. Popping a beer, washing her down, fiddling around and turning a few screws. The weather is still pretty cold up here in the mornings, but fuckit. I won’t be caging for a while now. Man, I can’t wait. I’m hoping monday, but maybe tuesday.
I’ve ridden this bike. shes a 1999, fuel injected FLHRC Road King Classic. Custom Paint, Custom wheels, Custom brakes, handlebars that look like they belong on a brahma bull they’re so wide. 103 Cubic Inch Engine. S&S cams, ported heads, stroker crank, roller rocker arms. Rhinehart exhaust. Baker 6 speed tranny. Starts cold, and those cams lope long and hard. The kind of bike you start and go eat breakfast, then when she’s warm she begs you to run her with your wrist twisted low, because that’s where she was meant to be. This bike begs to run. My street glide was quicker, but this bike is faster by a long shot. She’s loud, deep blue, and built right.
I feel like a man in an arranged marriage, waiting for the day. All I know, is no matter what, its the start of a beautiful relationship. Theres things to see, places to ride, and fun to have.
God I can’t wait. First ride with be a 2 nighter, dialing her in. I don’t know that I remember all the little things that a saddle bag has to have in it. Round up my maps, my ipod, that grungy toothbrush holder that served me all those years. What a killer problem to have! Man, I’m this close to being back in the saddle.
Hey! that reminds me of a song!