Road King Irks Me
So, I’m driving through Temecula, CA, today, going to my mom’s house to celebrate my grandmother’s 89th birthday.
Since I got the bike on Monday, I’ve put about 450 miles on it, so I’m about halfway through the break-in period.
I stop at a light, and a guy in a Road King pulls up next to me. We exchange a few pleasant words. The the light changes, I pull away from him handily at the light, initially, but, I have to start shifting early, keeping the RPMs down, and backing off the throttle. “Zoom!” goes Road King Boy right past me and down the road.
I hate the break-in period.
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