I raced a Harley today and after some really hard riding I managed to PASS the guy. I was riding on one of those really, really twisting sections of canyon road with no straight sections to speak of and where most of the curves have warning signs that say "15 MPH".

I knew if I was going to pass one of those monsters with those big-cubic-inch motors, it would have to be a place like this where handling and rider skill are more important than horsepower alone.

I saw the guy up ahead as I exited one of the turns and knew I could catch him, but it wouldn't be easy. I concentrated on my braking and cornering. three corners later, I was on his fender. Catching him was one thing; passing him would prove to be another.

Two corners later, I pulled up next to him as we sailed down the mountain. I think he was shocked to see me next to him, as I nearly got by him before he could recover. Next corner, same thing. I'd manage to pull up next to him as we started to enter the corners but when we came out he'd get on the throttle and outpower me. His horsepower was almost too much to overcome, but this only made me
more determined than ever.

My only hope was to outbrake him. I held off squeezing the lever until the last instant. I kept my nerve while he lost his. In an instant I was by him. Corner after corner, I could hear the roar of his engine as he struggled to keep up. Three more miles to go before the road straightens out and he would pass me for good.

But now I was in the lead and he would no longer hold me back. I stretched out my lead and by the time we reached the bottom of the canyon, he was more than a full corner behind. I could no longer see him in my rear-view mirror.

Once the road did straighten out, it seemed like it took miles before he passed me, but it was probably just a few hundred yards. I was no match for that kind of horsepower, but it was done. In the tightest section of road, where bravery and skill count for more than horspower and deep pockets, I had passed him. though it was not easy, I had won the race to the bottom of the canyon and I had preserved the proud tradition of another of America's best bikes.

I will always remember that moment. I don't think I've ever pedaled so hard in my life. And some of the credit must go to Schwinn, as well. They really make a great bicycle...

 

man i kept thinking "WTF" all the way through the story till that last line. great stuff. *****

 

Omg great story got a great laugh from it.

 

Yeah I was thinking I wouldn't be bragging about that till that last line

 

ROTFLMAO!! I even had to shut the TV down and read it to the wife. She got a laugh also. Thanks.

 

Great story... I kept wondering if you knew how few ponies those bikes really have. I was trying to think of a nice way to say our 600's have tons more HP and torque than the mighty v-twin cruisers.... Can't wait to send this to my Harley buddies. I think they're getting bored with my usual ..."Sounds like something is wrong with your engine"... they ask "what" and I reply with "it almost sounds like it's only running on two cylinders, you need to get that checked out".

 

LoL^^, That was a great story i was also like....uh whats this hp talk etc then the last line just sent me into laughter great story LMAO.

 

I was about to rant about how gay street racing is but that's good stuff!

 

cool cool I'm glad you guys liked it Can I stay in the forums now?

 

Yeah but only if you promise not to embarrass any more harley riders, they got bad tempers and might get angry