My husband used to have a Sportster. He later got some big ass custom bike but when he had the Sportster the reason for it was to go fast. It certainly wasn't a bike built for long rides to enjoy the scenery. The sissy bar (if you could call it that) was about four inches high. I told him I was a much bigger sissy than that. I think I rode a total of two miles with him for various reasons. One being his need for speed. I had no desire to become a grease spot on the pavement. Both bikes were so damn loud they would rattle your fillings loose.
I'll take a road trip in a car, drive 24 hours straight and enjoy it. Bugs in my teeth, tangled hair, and roaring exhaust pipes have never appealed to me.
I'll take a road trip in a car, drive 24 hours straight and enjoy it. Bugs in my teeth, tangled hair, and roaring exhaust pipes have never appealed to me.