And a feel on the road as intractable as the average buffalo. None of that twitchy front end nonsense of the normal Japanese bolide. The centre of any Harley's its motor. Made from an excess of simple components, assembled with religious adherence to the faith. They mesh, sing together, in a way that none of the Jap companies have matched.
Every machine distils a bit of the soul of the men who built it.
Every one slightly different in character. None of the lightweight Japanese philosophy that falls apart as soon as you hit something. Whack a Harley into an auto right, it's the car that will come off worse. People say Harleys don't handle and brake, but that's just because they don't know how to muscle them into submission. My favourite ever Harley was an Electraglide, circa 1989, that I'd bought from new.