It was hell,

But I finally did it.  I have now put 100 miles on my Harley since I purchased my 2014 690e on June 13, 2014.  I just can't stay off my 690e.  Its light, graceful, very fast, and ultra trick.  Harley is big, beautiful, fat, and comfy.  But the 690e has unlocked my true hooligan nature like no other bike I've ever owned (ten of 'em).  Were it not for the fact that I recently replaced out all the fluids on the Harley (Three fill holes!) I might not have been able to pull off 100 miles.  So here's the deal:  I've put 3000 miles on my KTM since the middle of June and only 100 miles on my Harley.  Says it all doesn't it.

You said it.  I didn't.  But I sure did think it.  When I got on my 2012 softail deluxe after a couple of months on my 690e I thought to myself: "damn this thing is heavy."  You actually have to apply force with your right hand on the brake lever in order to stop the beast.  Since the deluxe is lowered with floorboards, I was grinding floorboards on every turn to boot.  It took a little while to get the hang of it again.  I'm thinking about raising it up that inch the factory dropped her and going with adjustable progressive suspension.  It feels like a 1978 Cadillac El Dorado with a 500ci motor on the open road.  But a few weeks ago I took it on a 400 mile road trip and that was a good reminder why I'll never sell my Harley.  Enjoy.

Dude.  You are insulted my meager sense of self-worth and limited intelligence.  Snicker snicker.  One lousy ticket?  A lousy $137 smucks?  For real?  From your well understood comments I can determine theeeese points threeeee:

1.  You failed to remember how to smell bacon (cop) in all situations pursuant to achieving Hum-Balla on a 690e.  (That's alright mate.  Happens to everybody sooner or later)  But not smelling the bacon could lead to not smelling the cheese when one of those cheese dxxks pulls out in front of you.  Let's watch this carefully.  From every ticket comes a learning opportunity.  Not to slow down mind you now Mickey; but be more careful about who's up there in front of you.  What could I have done differently in order to keep from getting caught?  Nuff said.

2.  You weren't really going for the gusto at the time you got popped.  If you had been giving it up for the duck then that ticket would have run at least $500 and could have given you a guest spot cameo appearance on the 6 o-clock news.  We would have been impressed.  Never admit to the brotherhood you got popped for a lousy $137 again.  That sounds like  you got caught scratching your ass in a public parking lot or something to a simple feller like me.  Try harder next time, but don't get caught.  Always remember these sage words of wisdom I learned at me little mum's knee:

"Now son, I want you to remember this:  There's any excuse in this life for any mischief you might pull as long as you ain't hurting' nobody.  But there's NEVER a good excuse for getting caught."  (Uuuuuh.  Yes'um)  Words to live by.

3.  The 690e has unlocked your true inner hooligan.  Rejoice Brother!  Do you find yourself laughing maniacally when you ride?  Do you smirk at those guys you see on their Harley in contemplation of having achieved a higher plane of existence?  How many miles have you put on your harley since our last discussion?  (Hint - zero on mine.  Nuther 300 or so miles on the 690e)  But the price of superior hooliganship is greater attention to bacon and cheese.  I never worried too much about bacon on my Harley although cheese remains a constant consideration.  But bacon has risen to become a constant concern on my 690e.  I have come to embrace the fact I'm gonna misbehave.  Yet I remain vigil in order to not get caught.  That means I constantly sniff out what's in front, and I continuously calculate emergency escape routes across whatever off-road opportunities may exist in the pursuit of my American Dream.  Mum would be proud as I'm sure yours must be as well.

Glad to hear you're getting 'er done brother!  Try to remember to ride that Harley on Mother's Day or sumpin.

Barticus