I was at a recent bike night (as usual, the only TLR there - GOTTA LOVE IT!). As we are getting ready to leave, a host of I-4's (CBR's, GSXR's and R's blah blah blah) fire up their bikes and rev their exhausts. I hesitate a bit to let the poser revving (which I was soon to be a part of) die down. They do, then I flip the switch to bring the Tiller and the Two Brothers to life. Like penguins in a zoo, 10 riders turn their head to look at the bike like "WTF?!?" with me grinning like a MOFO as I gun the TLR to life. Ohhhh yeah... this baby is mine.... enjoy your bikes as I ride this beast home for the night.
Then again last night, I was parked next to a buddy's new 03 1K. People always come up to his bike and just point and gawk. Last night though, someone came up to MY TLR and said... "WOW!". That's it. He and his friends stared at it for a few. I didn't make any kind of recognition that it was mine. They moved on after 5 minutes of staring. Nights like that make me come home and wash her real nice at 12 AM!

I love my bike!! Chest pounding done!
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