Fat Boy. 1/29/2007
A while ago, my buddy Michael Ooi asked me to post a picture of one of the bikes that I have. After a little digging around today in my stuff, I found a picture which I took in 1999. It was early in the morning, and I had ridden out to clear my mind, and get some riding in. The bike is a 1994 FLSTF, and is living on an island quite a distance away, across the sea.
I like this machine, although I am not overly fond of her. I tend to get my kicks pushing machines to the edge of their performance envelopes, a habit I developed when I was a very young rider. Although these days, I tend to be very reserved in my riding. I no longer have the urge to wind the throttle open, “just to see what she can do.” I tend to value my life a little more these days.
I still have no idea why she’s in the collection, other than the fact that it seemed to be a good idea at the time. She isn’t fast, or quick, and doesn’t even handle particularly well. But I can tell you this much, the sound she makes, and her looks, makes heads turn every time.