The old cliche of "riding to live" is as old as the biker culture itself. The day I sold my bike was a day I soon after regretted. My sense of wonder and freedom dwindled into darkness. I tried to replace it with any other activity that could possibly get my adrenaline pumping. Riding is truly my one addiction in life. Nothing feels better than breathing in that air and feeling that wind flowing by you when twisting down a windy back road.
I was 21 when I first started riding and bought my first bike. It was a 2010 Harley-Davidson Sportster Iron (XL883N) in Black Denim. It was the happiest day of my life. I knew as soon as I saw it on the showroom floor I had to have her in my life. It was a lot like having a high school crush all over again. Except this time, I got what I wanted. The lines of the bike from the back looked badass and made my gears spin on what I wanted to add on and remove for looks and better overall appeal. Sadly, I owned my Sportster for a short 3 years due to personal troubles. I hate that when I look outside that it's not there. It is my true calling being on the road on two wheels.
Fast forward eight long years, I still don't have a motorcycle as of yet. I long for a bike and actually started looking again as I lay awake at night missing that feeling of someday being reunited with my passion. My question now is "Indian or Harley?" Well, that is like asking whether you should by a Chevy, a Ford or (for a select few) a Mopar. It's that kind of rivalry that makes America strong. It's in our DNA. But for newer motorcycles, Sorry Willie G., but I would have to say Indian looks a lot like a better value. They have more of the older look I like. Getting rid of the wide glide which would have been my second choice was disappointing. However, those that have the older Wide Glides, it seems the value on them are retaining more. This year ahead, I am retaking my class for my Motorcycle license to get refreshed as I feel it is needed.
I was 21 when I first started riding and bought my first bike. It was a 2010 Harley-Davidson Sportster Iron (XL883N) in Black Denim. It was the happiest day of my life. I knew as soon as I saw it on the showroom floor I had to have her in my life. It was a lot like having a high school crush all over again. Except this time, I got what I wanted. The lines of the bike from the back looked badass and made my gears spin on what I wanted to add on and remove for looks and better overall appeal. Sadly, I owned my Sportster for a short 3 years due to personal troubles. I hate that when I look outside that it's not there. It is my true calling being on the road on two wheels.
Fast forward eight long years, I still don't have a motorcycle as of yet. I long for a bike and actually started looking again as I lay awake at night missing that feeling of someday being reunited with my passion. My question now is "Indian or Harley?" Well, that is like asking whether you should by a Chevy, a Ford or (for a select few) a Mopar. It's that kind of rivalry that makes America strong. It's in our DNA. But for newer motorcycles, Sorry Willie G., but I would have to say Indian looks a lot like a better value. They have more of the older look I like. Getting rid of the wide glide which would have been my second choice was disappointing. However, those that have the older Wide Glides, it seems the value on them are retaining more. This year ahead, I am retaking my class for my Motorcycle license to get refreshed as I feel it is needed.
