Well, I went to the HD store one day and wdidnt even know if I wanted to ride. I ended up getting a sportster delivered to my house, and I didn't even know how to ride it. A good friend of mine came over and showed me how to ride a motorcycle. At first, I couldn't turn it around between the curbs of the street. It took me a few days to get that down. Soon I got my temps and was off to Riders Edge to get my license.
I didnt wear my helmet and drove at night, I drove at night because I soon found out that I loved to ride; granted it was only 10 to 15 mile trips but loved it.
Next came the upgrades. I got some older Screaming Eagle slip-on and rejetted the carb. Changed the handlebars to drag bars, moved the turn signals off the handlebars to the forks, changed the seat and also changed the shocks. Loved to fly around on this bike. Being 6-3, I looked big for it, but I didnt care. I had fun hammering this thing in the corners and just flying around.
It sounded cool and was quick. I do miss the sound of a carb engine on my Harley, they just sound different than fuel-injected engines do.
Then came the day I took my wife for a ride to Holy Hill. We were hurting for sure. Bike was not good for two people. I was cramped when she was on the back. On Bluemound Road I made a great save after being cut off, it seemed to hard and should've been easier. Some of that was my inexperience but I was sure that some of that was the size and the riding position I was in.
So, I knew that the next year I was going to trade it in. I learned a very important lesson with this bike. Take off what you put on and sell it yourself.... if you can. The reason for that is the dealer doesn't give you jack for it. I sold the seat and the luggage rack.