Rush Pipes on the Harley

I’m so lucky to have gotten the great bike that I did, and I can’t believe it is a Harley Davidson either. I don’t regret for one minute haven’t spent the money that I have worked hard for consisting of: three summers of about 45 hour weeks, many trapping and hunting seasons’ worth of raccoon and muskrat hides and pelts, and various other tasks that I have completed throughout the years. That bike is made from the muscle and sweat off my back, and I’m so happy to have done so. I bought the Sportster last Friday, if you remember me saying in my previous post, and since then I have put on over 250 miles on it. That’s a lot of riding for less than a week’s time, and not to mention that it has rained almost all of these days too. I took my motorcycle into the shop yesterday after track practice, to get the rush pipes and detachable backrest on it. I’m super excited about these pipes, as they are crazy loud and I think that is a trait all American guys want in their All- American Harley Davidson motorcycles. I’m going to pick up my bike this afternoon after school, and I really hope it is not raining then. It’s supposed to be sunny and warm all this weekend, of course when I’m out of town, and then the rain and thunder storms are going to return on Monday and a couple other days that week.

I’m really looking forward to riding my bike tonight and I just checked the weather on KCRG.com and there is supposed to be scattered sprinkles most of the day and then that is going to clear up to be a beautiful weekend. Next week everyday has a chance for rain, except Monday. I rode my bike last weekend all day in sprinkles, which makes riding not as fun, but I’m sure it will not stop me from taking the bike home after a couple of leisure laps around Cedar Rapids, if you see me (black 1200 Sportster, I’ll be wearing a brown jacket and full- faced black helmet) give me a honk.

Just another note about the bike, I don’t know how well you know about motorcycles, but riders always give the wave to other passing by motorcyclists. And I’ve already noticed that those on Harleys have a bond between those with other Harleys and its really cool to be apart of this, as I’ve talked to a couple of these guys at stop lights, and I rode with another guy for a while that also had a brand new Sportster. So…the motorcycle gang of outlaws begins ha.