Fritz Maurer
Well-known Member
Took my buddy to the Harley shop to pick up his bike. Yapped all the way there about stroked, bored, drag pipes, Screamin' Eagle heads... relief to get him out of the truck. He rolled that thing out of the shop, proud as a fanned-out peacock. When he cracked the throttle, the mirrors on my truck vibrated from that ear-splitting crackle I hate so much. (We've had many arguments about this... he thinks loud pipes save lives). As we turn out of the driveway, we come up against a red light, beyond which is a long stretch of four-lane. His first victim is sitting there at the light: a 1976 GL-1000. Rusty chrome, duct tape on the seat, and sort of pink in color ( it was originally candy apple red). He goads this guy into a race, the light changes, and both bikes disappear in a cloud of smoke (the GL also burns oil). I could see my friend in the distance when the smoke cleared, but the Honda was gone. I heard all the excuses later that evening, "The jetting is off" or "I was not going to wind my engine too tight until it's broke in"... OK, whatever. That was a funny race, but what a waste of 7500.00, just to make all that racket.
