I feel ya pain SG, but dang bud that`s just pure, beautifull music. Sweet sweet music.
Nothing sounds sweeter on this earth than the sound of an open exhaust V twin. Just think ...some rapper dude could have moved in over there instaed of this hunka hunka Harley sweetie.
A few years back, during bike week at Sturgis, we met a young guy and his girlfriend from Germany who had flew into Denver, leased an HD there and rode on into paradise.......errr I mean Sturgis. We were camped at our usual spot in Southside, real close to the Interstate off ramp. The first afternoon that they arrived, they came into camp and I asked him what he thought about the thousands and thousands of Harleys. As we were talking there was a steady stream of scoots continuously backed up on the off ramp heading to downtown. He said that he loved the Harley he had leased. It was hiis first time on one. He then said that the only thing that bothered him about Sturgis and where we were camped was that he was afraid that him and his lady friend wouldn`t be able to get any sleep due to all the noise. I told him not to worry, people were just really getting started arriving at Sturgis and soon all the Harleys would drown out the noise. He said he just couldn`t understand why most everyone had replaced the factory exhaust with louder ones.
The next morning the couple had coffee with us and left on the scooter for a day of sight seeing. I was really getting getting a kick out of these folks. Kids in paradise. Man they were dressed to the nines. Looked like they were headed to church or something. Around four that afternoon we had returned to camp to kick back and have a cool one. I casualy noticed a scooter weaving through the tents down to our section. The guy was shirtless with a new pair of 17 inchers worn outside of his jeans and he had white guaze and tape on his upper left arm. A sure sign of a spankin new tat. As they got a little closer I was beginning to get tunnel vision and was unable to see anything but the passenger of this scoot. Black knee highs, low cut jeans and a real imagination teaser for a top. It then sort of dawned on me that this was the couple from Germany. Anka was her name............uggghhh nevermind.
Anywho.........after he opened him a cool one and showed me his new tat. I asked him......"Well, what do you think after your first day at Sturgis". Man he was so excited he started in a non-stop banter till I had to stop him and remind him I only spoke Texican.
When he finaly came back down to earth, guess what he asked me? He wanted to know if there was a way to make the lease bike "not so quiet". Not so quiet it became in short order. I`m sure the Harley folks in Denver were pleased to get the free customization on it`s return.